only darkness where i stand,
why was i put on this wretched land?
i see only darkness where i point my green hand.
i am a flower with a hundred thorns,
for every thorn did teach me far,
wider than world, wider than thought,
i am but a flower, i could not reach far.
my days will surely come to an end,
maybe sooner than i wish or intend,
before i pass a message i must send,
as you trust yourself, trust your friend.
i learnt it in all hard ways around,
i did have a friend, no more around,
the loss is too hard i found,
heed my words before i too go into the ground.
The little flower did then rest,
from its song, a message learnt best.....
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