What do we hold on our backs?
What do we heave onto our shoulders?
The flowers of redemption
The flowers of isolation
The flowers of a reckless action
Trying to provide a necessary negotiation
We tried to understand
Why we have this on us
Is the weight of the Sun
Burning our necks?
The flowers on our backs
Are heavier than all the stars
The meaninglessness of trust
Is carrying all this rust
And is burning our necks
The flowers on our backs
So what do we hold on our backs?
And why?