She was a flower that had opened its petals too wide.
Had known sorrow and felt pain.
She grew heavy with the weight of the world.
Felt each soul as it was being slain.

Her once fresh, delicate scent was bitter now--
They put her in the back of the store.
Felt herself going down under.
She was the sea that some learned to love.

It was a test to show how much she could suffer,
and she got praise as she took the blows.
Love was the hand that pulled her up before she plundered,
and showed her there was more to be known.