A Small Vase of Flowers

A small vase of flowers, the sun through the window
 Walls of white plaster, a small picture frame
 Still I can see it - my mind's eye can see it
 My harbor, my center, my family, my name
 How fragile a thing is a small vase of flowers
 Walls of white plaster, how quickly they fall
 Pictures will crumble and burn in a whisper
 My home and my life can mean nothing at all
 High in the heavens a young man was watching
 His eyes on a target his soul could not see
 His mind on an enemy - faceless and nameless
 His hands pushed the trigger - the target was me
 I wander the streets of this city I once loved
 I search through the rubble which once was my home
 I search for my neighbors, my children, my life
 But nothing is left, not a stone stands on stone
 How fragile a thing is a small vase of flowers
 How luscious my garden, how sweet was the fruit
 But the bombs fell like rain 'til the screams turned to silence
 And I stand here weeping, a tree without roots
 A small vase of flowers, the sun through the window
 Walls of white plaster, a small picture frame
 Still I can see it, my mind's eye can see it
 My harbor, my center, my family, my name