When the sun falls
And the moon glows
I dream of being
A flower in a field of thorns
But as dawn approaches
I crawl closer and closer
To being a thorn once again
Oops, excuse me, people say
Not even bothering to notice
My red eyes and bent figure
I'm invisible, yet am pitied
For my house, my culture
My origin
Yet I am proud, proud of the colors
Proud of the music I am part of
I fly out of this world
Into eternity
With the remains of my soul
As the sun comes up
I crawl back into my hole
And am left to be a thorn
Gone unnoticed by others
But forever hoping
To stay