Book Pressed Flowers She lay crying by the hour Sweet fragrance ah-raising She stares into the horizon Why did they take him He paid his allegiance to them Book pressed flowers Here comes his hour Yell'n his battle cry To day is a good day to die He says to his men I wish we were home again But look to the horizon And know your wives are a cryn' Now he lays there holding out his hand Telling his men his body to mangled to mend Then says take these book pressed flowers I'll die in the hour Tell her today was a good day to die Tel her not to cry Book pressed flowers She lay crying by the hour what do ya'll think?
aww I really liked it. A story of being in love and dieing at war. Something that is happening to someone right now. Very universal of you. Book Pressed Flowers, don't let your pages get wet. peace&<3
