When the sky falls
And the day is grey,
hen the dreams of Glory
Are so far away,
When the good ideas
Are about to die
And all happy children
Are about to cry,
When the Doors of Heaven,
Closed and made of steel
Can't be made of flowers
And are closed for real,
There's a single duty
You can't still deny:
Let the Lotus Flowers
Grow and never die!
Their smell from Heavens
Can perfume a world,
Their unique beauty
Is above the Word!
Their white of purity
Is our deep heart closed,
Is a tear of beauty
Like a desert rose....
