Poor Margaret
She used to be such a pretty flower on a field
Proudly dancing in the wind
Her petals fresh, her looks so fine,
Bright and smart looking, flower divine...
But I needed some answers.

All petals gone, her riches lie
In the memory of a fly
That passed and watched and learned and loved,
The warm honey looking loving core.

I'm sorry, girl,
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off,
Leaving the gold core showing mercy of love.

Her heart wasn't cruel like mine!
Poor Margaret, flower divine,
How could I, how could I?
'Wanted some love, a new vibe
In this life of mine

No
sorry, girl!
I picked the flower,
As I needed some answers
All petals took off...