Baby's Breath

There grows a ****, looks like a flower

Looks like baby's breath on a mirror

My girl and

I rushed atop the altar

The sacrifice was made

It was not easy undertaking

The roots gripped soft like a living grave

Oh young girl at the wedding

Baby's breath in her hair

A crowning lace above her face

That will last a day

Before it turns to hay

I'd cut a clearing in the land

And for a little bed

For her to cry comfortable in

And each day

I looked out on the lawn

And I wondered what all was gone

Until I saw it was lucky old me

How could

I run without losing anything?

How could

I run without becoming lean?

It was agreed, it was agreed

It was me tearing out the baby's breath

Oh I am a helpless man, so help me

I'm on my knees gardening

It was not a ****, it was a flower

My baby's gone, oh where has my baby gone?

And she was not a ****, she was a flower

And now I know you must reap what you sow, or sing