Im a wildflower. Rejected and ignored by the world. I spread no fragrance, i spread no love. I want no one, i have no one. My life is a wildflower. Nobody cares, nobody loves. Nobody sees the thorns pricking me, nobody feels the coldness freezing me. Just a ray of light touches my pale skin when the dew falls, and suddenly disappears when the tall trees wakes. I wish, i wish, i wish if one day i was blown away with the wind to a garden of wildflowers, live a life where everybody sees each others' flaws, but they breath the same air, nourished by the same soil and spread the love they never got. A garden of wildflowers is worth than to be in a bouquet of roses. A small wildflower has to fit herself just to keep her safe from not getting pricked by the thorns in the roses. Everything which looks beautifull, smells pretty or makes u feel a rose, ain't happiness. 'Cause no one knows what she has to go through just to get the love she always wanted.