Bitter Sweet Adventures

Lotus

Bless for a strong heart mother,
For this world will corrupt her,
The white lotus, of a heart, a gift,
Now broken,
Falling apart..

There were hands mother,
Strong big ones, to carres, to support,
Thee fragile lotus in storms,
Now the flower is scared. Bleeding,
May be caused by same hands mother,
This time stringed by fate,
Merciless, one might say..

So. The pure heart, mother,
She doesn't blame those hands,
She still couldn't,
As she knows the truth,
For it's fate to be blamed,
Yet again..

They said, mother,
Be hopeful like lovers do.
But what good is a hope mother?
If it's destined to be shattered,
Not once. But
Over.
Over.
Over.
Over.
Over.
and Over again..

Fate's your sister is she not? Mother,
Keep her in your loving grace,
Bless her with kindness,
Her cruelty kills souls mother,
She tears them apart,
And once again,
She's hurting the flower mother,
For I might not know,
How much longer thee lotus can bleed.

Why give such a pure heart mother,
For it's too fragile for this evil realm.
The lotus,
It's only going to bleed,
And dry,
And turn evil..
So why not mother?
Why not make it evil in the first place?

Since a take back, being impossible, mother,
At least bless this boon,
In return for all drops of blood,
Paid through thee eyes,
Make the white lotus mother,
This time,
By a strong metal,
One will not melt under the wildest fire,
One will not wilt under the strongest storms,
One to stay upright and strong,
But also sings a song,
From thee soul,
For now her voice lost,
Among the loudest storm..

Fate has a way with her schemes mother,
She's your sister afterall..
And thee lotus, your mere creation,
Shall forgive her, mother,
Your sister, forgiven,
Once again..
Don't let it repeat mother,
For a little trust might be left in her,
Sincerely,
Your white lotus..