When a flower blooms in the sun,
It will grow with beauty and joy,
Living a short and merry life.
But when a flower blooms in the dark,
It grows in a twisted and tormented shape,
It's pain and anger digging its roots deep,
And it's life will last ages.
Our children are our flowers,
And we must bring them the sun.
Even though my sun was abandoned for another blossom,
I still remember its loving energy.
I have a new sun now,
Brighter and warmer than my last.
I'm still in the dark,
But the light beacons me with the approaching day.
Soon it's my turn to bring the light on my own garden,
But first I must weather the night.