Flowers in the Attic

The two young children were old and bent The older tried to look confident Laying life ebbed away, nearly spent, no love The darkness came and stopped the precious light If they survive this eternal night Without the sun and their maternal love They might fade away Flowers in the attic will not grow Flowers in the attic no one knows Flowers in the attic given some light Maybe you will survive The children cried like a baying hound Cold, still and darkness was their surround Although they wept, you could hear no sound They fade. They needed light to rejuvenate To run away through an open gate To halt the rise of a growing pain, away By now the old world was laid to rest So they invented self-happiness With all the toys and the books And the games they played One lonely child in the night touched you Depending on his mothers will No food or love were the last but 'til the dawn