In the middle of a meadow I stand alone
*I'm a small daisy in a field of roses
I'm not strong
For I once was but now in the process of weakening
I know I won't make it
As there is a hooded claw within the roses
Who is in search of a dying daisy
But I will continue to have hope
As well as I'll continue to weaken
All though I am one who will go with saying I did try
And that my friend is something to be proud of