"My Flower"

You're stealing my flower,

and you leave out its thorns.

You're stealing my happiness,

and you let out the crows.


You're stealing my blossoms,

You're running away.

The sharp moves you make,

the unknown games that you play.


For it is my flower,

Alas! It's my turn.

I want to rise up high

and reach out for the sun.


But when my bright flower,

is taken away,

I will drown back in pain

and you will not pay.