The perfect flower,
Tossed away from the light,
Into a cold, hard prison,
Where you have to strive to fight.
A strong thirst for water,
Just a small drop of rain,
Will help ease the thirst,
Help wash away the pain...
Too much is going on in the world,
Too much death,
Surrounding her, killing her down,
All the way to her very last breath.
Lives being taken,
By a sworn killing blade,
Blood spilling from her insides,
All hope beginning to fade...
Blood cannot clinch her thirst,
Death cannot hear her cry,
She'll forever bleed, forever thirst,
Until the day she'll die