I grow from the ground Blossom and bloom Til I'm ripped from my place No stone for my tomb I'm a daffodil, a Carnation a rose blooming white Til I'm stolen from my place And full of bottomless fright They pick out my petals My stem becomes twisted Then I fall and am forgotten Like I never existed When we're young, it's all easy We're provided with all we need Parents pollinate our buds That all grew from a seed If treated properly and well, you become a bright gorgeous rose Til the devil plucks you out "Why am I the one he chose?" Your petals are plucked you feel all alone Til you are put back in water your tomb gets a stone If your flower is torn Know it will get better surround yourself with kind souls And you will become better If it wilts, know everyone's does We all have pains and regrets We're all thrown away, no one ever stays Til the sun perks us up There is someone in this world who can help you on your way Know you might not find them Tomorrow or today But someday it will get better You won't be all alone And when your flower wilts for forever Your tomb will have a stone
All by me
