It started as a seed that was planted by someone to care
Someone to give it life, someone who'd have feelings to share
Then it blossomed into a beautiful thing and the caring seemed to be dying
The flower stood proud and tall, but really it was crying
Crying for love and crying for care
It longed for that missing love
It longed to be up above
Then the petals began to shed, the stem to wilt, the beautiful thing was dry
The flower stood motionless and got its wish to die
It asked itself one simple question
Why?

 


 

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