In a world of hatred, I pray you find me
unique. I ask to stand out amongst the rest
I hope you find me in love.
In a world of hate, a single flower
can make a difference.
A dying rose casts a shadow
a cloud over my love and taints
chemicals burn through velvet hearts
and once again
a single flower can make a difference.
Petals crushed under footsteps to fast
I found you in the meadow
the broadest, the sweetest, the last
In love a pain sticks through my chest
this time I lie down in the flowers
betrayed thoughts put to rest.