Little, little, fragile flower,
twirl, higher than a tower.
pick your thorns,
pick your lovers.
one can hurt,
and one can protect.
is this a tear or maybe a dare?
you can be brave but never hold fire.
I'll tell you the story
of another flower
who reached the end of the tower.
dream to be her....,
or want to be higher?
why are you crying?
give up trying...?
little, fragile flower,
twirl, twirl, you may not be her,
but you can still reach the tower.
you will be higher.