The Withered Flower

I was so afraid I felt all alone
always being pushed never time to grow.
I was like a flower in the desert
slowly drying from the blistering wind.

Ya I was dying from the heat
no one cared and no one to understood
just how this flower would survive
how could it get a chance to grow.

Then came the day
you took a walk through the desert
you came across a withered and dying flower.
The leaves were all brown
and the peddles were cracked

You took one look and then you kneeled down.
You touched my fragile leave and it fell off.
You tried to smell me but I had no fragrance.
survival only for the fittest

But that must have not bothered you
because you plucked me from the scorching sand
and then you re-planted me in your nurturing soil

You gave me water and time to grow
every day saying sweet nothings to me

I know now you are my sweetheart
you were the one and I'll love you forever
because you took me from the desert
and you took the time to allow this flower grow.

Rising up from the ashes
from the scorching heat
you gave me hope again

I love you...I love you

I was so afraid I felt all alone
always being pushed never time to grow.
I was like a flower in the desert
slowly drying from the blistering wind.

You took one look and then you kneeled down.
You touched my fragile leave and it fell off.
You tried to smell me but I had no fragrance.
and now... you gave me new life

Ya I was dying from the heat
no one cared and no one to understood
just how this flower would survive
how could it get a chance to grow.

But that must have not bothered you
because you plucked me from the scorching sand
and then you re-planted me in your nurturing soil
survival only for the fittest

You gave me water and time to grow
every day saying sweet nothings to me

You took one look and then you kneeled down.
You touched my fragile leave and it fell off on the ground.
You tried to smell me but I had no fragrance.
and now... you gave me new life

Rising up from the ashes
from the scorching heat
you gave me hope again
I love you...I love you

I love you...I love you

(by Roelin Davis all rights reserved in this format 12/2/2012)
(original by Terry Lynn Barbara's mother- The Dying Flower)