She was a delicate flower, That had yet to be picked. He was the vicious wind, That torn away all her petals. Her happiness soon became the victim Of his gusty blows Now, There’s nothing left For her to show
I’m ever so confused Never do know what to do So alone In a world so cold, I’m just trying To keep my hold The more that the days Go by, The less that I feel alive My eyes no longer shine And maybe the reason why, Is because My life is no longer mine.
They say her eyes are, So blue so beautiful Like the sky. But if only They could see The ocean That they become, As when the tears begin to fall She drowns.