Piles of snow beneath my boots, chilly winds blowing everywhere, the things I've seen will scar me for life, growing up I've seen wrong and very little of right. Snow keeps mounting on the posts on the windows and on the roads, so pure, so white. I hear a sad song and tears roll down my face; I look in the mirror and feel so out of place. Have you ever heard of a flower that never needs Water, soil, or sunshine?
The most beautiful creation, words cannot describe this sensation, the delicacy of this one tiny flake, Will eventually fall and only break. I don't want to become something larger than life, I want to become something real and so right. A flower that stays in full bloom, through summer and winter, through good times and bad.
I float here on earth truly believing that I'm nothing of worth. I have no home and no safe place for nobody notices, do they understand? Can life be better I wish that it could, before I make a decision I always think twice. They say what can I do to help you feel better; I say nothing because this is my life. Huddled all alone quietly suppressing an anguished groan a cry for help, a plea to be saved, to be loved and noticed is what I craved. A flower that rarely gets smaller, growing endlessly.
I just fill the space, I sleep and dream, but falling apart at the seams. I'm right by your side; I'll help you along, through times when You'll need to be strong, Don't cry for me, at last I am free don't be sad for me, Though I am invisible I'm here beside you, bad times, good times I'll see you through Just set your mind free. Though I'm invisible I am here, no need to feel blue, one day you'll see me when you're invisible to. Pure white snow, hands Icy, toes frozen tears decorated my cheeks, like crystal clear beads always cold always alone. A few lost petals, A little droop, but, without a doubt, it will always regrow into something more beautiful.