Where the brightest flowers grow
Hidden from America
There seeds are softly sown
I breathed the fragrance of Colombia
I found a stolen flower
Dropped along the wayside
Petals crushed by power
I picked up the soft bloom
I held her in my arms
I poured water on her bruises
and marveled at her charms
Everyday I waited
For a sign of life or hope
And when her roots had sprouted
I had to let her go
I lost her in the moonlight
I searched the garden through
I wandered in the starlight
'till sunrise struck me through
I knew I couldn't keep her
I knew her scent would fade
Perhaps Colombia is sweeter
In the field of hope and pray
