They grow in unattractive places,
yet, they are most adored.
Like a lilly you are darling,
but you remain disturbed.

I will go down the steepest valley,
just to pick you in my arm;
i will lie next to you all day,
to have a feel of your charm.

It hurts when you cry,
cos you look broken and in pain:
why don't you smile always,
so i can feel better and sane.

What do you hide behind your looks?
Is it happiness or is it pain?
Why do you still hurt badly?
Is it of any use or any gain?

Let go of the world behind you,
seek for the goodness ahead.
Find love in the space around you
and clear your cloudy head.