I think
I knew where I stood from the start,
Pallid petal, distilled from dust.

I thought
I was found, finally,
When the winds uncovered me

And I was brought
Far away, further
Towards the sky; the sun.

But to be brought was to be bought,
Sold and played out.
Pale were my affections, pale were my doubts.

To be hurled back onto the ground!
A shred, a tear to shed;
Tore me ー the torment of regrets.

If you only knew my pain;
To be suffered for worthless gains,
Perhaps, you would never want to fly again.