The world’s like a flower Either fallen or grown The leaves cover secrets And the pedals are shown We're like a flower The world's like a rose Every rose has its thorns If we make a mistake The skin gets torn We're like a flower The world's like a daisy Pretty and bright We all have our colors But in a way we're just right We're like a flower The world's like a flower All the thorns will pass through The world's like a flower Just waiting to bloom |
Monday, October 20, 2008
The World is like a Flower
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