All I am is a flower
A tiny little flower
A flower with desires
But a flower none the less

All I am is a flower
A measly little flower
A flower with no power
A flower that's oppressed

All I am is a flower
A puny little flower
A flower with no mother
She was taken like the rest

All I am is a flower
A feeble little flower
A flower with a father
But he acts more like a pest

All I am is a flower
A weak little flower
This flower will not cower
When they come to take the best

All I am is a flower
A really little flower
This flower must show power
The strength of the forest

All I am is a flower
A very little flower
Bravest flower of the our
This flower tried her best

All I am is a flower
A really tiny flower
A little flower with no face
But with much talent and much grace
I can only the purple walls of my little vase...

...And she was but a flower
Rather tiny for a flower
She thought she had no power
But she was stronger than a tower
She never met her mother
I was meant to be her father
She swore she would not cower
And now we can not find her
I know where she lies but never shall I say it ever
Maybe she'll send a letter
Telling us she lives better
Here I lay our family crest
In honour of Rossetta
Where ever she is may she be at rest
For so is the life of a flower