4:20 Life of a Flower

Flower will bloom, and it will, soon be tombed
And the wind tenderly blown, kindly told, beneath the grave it flows
Might not be pretty, might not be seen, might not be hold
But it lasts
Life had it laughed, had it loved
Had it packed, had it hold
Prepare, repair, had it pawned its belief, and where it goes--
Might not be pretty, you see, might not be seen, might not be hold
But it lasts
Nothing can trace down the kilt of its smile;
Nothing can erase the sign of its life
Sa Ma Il
Sa Ma Il
Flower will bloom, and it will, soon be tombed
And the wind tenderly blow, kindly told, beneath the grave it flows
Despite singing my hatred towards myself but
But it lasts