I am a flower
So short and pretty
But my life isn't easy
Nor is it happy

Everyday....
I get stepped on.
And ran on...
By the kids that play

They pick the other flowers
That look better than me..
Besides who would want a dandelion,
That's thought of as a ****

One day, a young boy
Picks me up
And runs and runs...
To his house

He hands me to his mother
And she says thank you
Who knew...
I'd be appreciated?

But even if she puts me in the vase
Full of the water
I'll die a ****,
A sickly little flower.

If I just stayed home,
If I hadn't dreamt and hoped
I'd be alive
And warm