The Lonely flower made some friends But she stayed lonely For her loneliness would never come to an end
Her friend, the Sun And her friend, the Moon Were surrounded by constellations How could a flower ever wish to fit in? She could only imagine
How nice it would be to get along with the constellations But they shone for the Moon and lived for the Sun
The Sun shone brightly during the day And aloud the Moon to shine during the night All this made the flower pray, That they would look her way
And they did. The Lonely flower, foolish and rash Assumed she was no longer lonely But her heart, once again turned to ash For some constellations showed empathy, Trying to make her fit in And some ignored her Paying attention to only the Sun and the Moon
Her heart would always burn and turn to ash in the end But she still had friends For when the constellations were too busy shining The flower noticed the way the Sun was burning And she noticed the way the Moon was yearning They both just needed a kin
Perhaps they would make the flower lonely sometimes But they would also make the Lonely flower loved and needed So the flower would forgive them for those lonely times