No real opportunities Of saying farewell No real opportunities Of grieving, we’ll dwell On all memories Good or bad No time left to be With or without those who fell But not everything is dead They live on in our hearts and in our paths like rising flowers in bloom They will be with us in every home in every room There will be a time There will be a place Of rest of peace Of everlasting grace Maybe It is not what we think Maybe It is just what it is But not everything is dead They live on in our hearts and in our paths Like rising flowers in bloom They will be with us in every home in every room Like flowers In bloom Like flowers In bloom But not everything is dead They live on in our hearts and in our paths Like rising flowers in bloom They will be with us in every home in every room