My flowers have withered,
And lost their hue
As I tread through the long rain,
All but in vain
As I am uprooted and despised by all
A mere weed
In a supposed garden of brilliance
Uprooted and despised by all
By the most powerful weapon in the world
Treading the treacherous rain in vain
As my efforts are crushed
Pedals torn from my mind
Each trait viscously ripped out
And replaced by pain and sorrow
A mere weed
In a supposed garden of brilliance
Despised and uprooted by all
My flowers have withered
And lost their hue
Struck down on the path of life
withering