None shall suffer
none shall weep
On that blessed shore
Where peace and love will reign
forever evermore
When our journey's past
'tis the last
No memory or hope will cling
no more us no more being
Like the flowers in the field
came to bloom and decay
So do we vanish
and we pale
it appears we fear
Past or present unnoticed by
the flowers bright and sweet
Us ourselves
are not this lucky
with time in fleeting speed
Chilled by damp
reality and truths
and our fading youth
In summers breeze
in rich scents
we hide from the truth
Our guilt destroyed
in pain and woe
we still have our hope
Trying to refrain
from the naked truth
the bed of death
the dreary tomb
Sinking hearts
in hopeless gloom
when all we've done
and all we'll yield
Withers away
As flowers in the field
