Passed by a patch of flowers planted to form a crossnBut they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in nAnd I couldn't help but wonder will my faith be restorednLike the color that use to reside in these leavesnLike the color that use to reside in these leavesnnPassed by a patch of flowers planted to form a crossnBut they were dead just like my faith in the shape that they were born in nAnd I couldn't help but wonder will my faith be restorednLike the color that use to reside in these leavesnLike The color that use to reside in these leavesn