The flower is sleeping
With a tinged and sorrowful glow
She wishes for The Sun again
She wishes for The Sun
To shine on her face
She wishes for The Sun
That she may be filled with grace
She wishes for The Sun
So she will wilt no more
She wishes for The Sun
That it may open her petals
Now fallen and weak
From hurts and anguish
She could never extinguish
She feels a glimmer of hope
As The warm Sun begins to rise
But the clouds quickly cover
Her hope for a smile
This facade will continue
Until she realizes...
If only she would ask The Sun
It would shout away the clouds
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