A Flower's Tale Of Woe

I'm like a flower trampled upon

One life forgot to replant

Who will not rise to see a new dawn

The wind's most breathless short pant

For woe is me during the eve and the day

And I wilt a little each morn

Until dirt ground blows me far far away

Each petal is a love that's forlorn

For I'm like a flower trampled upon

One life forgot to replant

The sun rises only after a sad dawn

The joy God does not wish to grant