Once, a heart was so alone,
It built itself a wall of stone.
Inside that wall, it grew old.
Till the heart turned stone cold.
Many tried to climb the wall,
But each one was doomed to fall.
In the wall there was a flaw.
A tiny flower, thin as straw.
It grew inside the only crack.
The wall tried to hold it back.
Yet, somehow it still grew on.
Not inside, but never gone.
This kind of love just could not be,
So the heart tried to cut it free.
The flower just would not go away.
It begged the heart to let it stay.
The flower must leave and cry.
If not, it will surely die
And the heart would try in vain
To find its fallen flower again.
If the wall crumbled and fell down,
The foolish heart would surely drown.
The flower would die in the wave
Of the love that they both gave.
