Oh flower,
Short and beautiful,
Why are you the way you are?
Oh flower,
Wild and colorful,
Why are like this?
Oh flower,
Oh flower,
You are not a flower, yet a child.
Oh child,
Young and beautiful,
Why are you the way you are?
Oh child,
Wild and dark,
Why are you like this?
Oh child,
Oh child,
You are not a child, yet a teen.
Oh teen,
Older and scarred,
Why are you the way you are?
Oh teen,
Wild and different,
Why are you like this?
Oh teen,
Oh teen,
You are not a teen, yet dead or adult.
This story goes two ways.
The first,
Oh teen,
Wild and close,
Why are you the way you are?
Oh teen,
Older and gone,
Oh teen,
Oh teen,
You are not a teen, yet a ghost,
Your cries went unheard.
The second,
Oh teen,
Wild and close,
Why are you the way you are?
Oh teen,
Older and here,
Why are you like this?
Oh teen,
Oh teen,
You are not a teen, yet and adult,
Your cries were heard and you are alive.
Always find help❤️
