Am I invisible?
For it seems to be
I'm right here
You look right through me
I'm nothing but a weed in a garden of flowers
Or but a single blade of grass in a meadow
I am not the rose that blossoms in beauty
But in the shadows;
I am a Daisy.
Am I invisible?
For it seems to be
I'm right here
You look right through me
I'm nothing but a weed in a garden of flowers
Or but a single blade of grass in a meadow
I am not the rose that blossoms in beauty
But in the shadows;
I am a Daisy.