The Protector to My Flower

It gets to a point where I really cannot handle it.

My mind tells my body to give up

And my body then feels weak.

And I become powerless.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

There is no first place at the end of the race.

There is no prize at the end of the competition.

There is no rainbow after it rains.

And there is no hope with feeling all this pain.

I cry and I cry and I cry

Rivers flow down my soft pink cheeks

And I keep breathing.

I have to make my flower grow and grow

But then I fall

And my flower tilts

It does not want life.

It wants to die.

Even though the sun will rise again

My flower wants to go

I want to go

And be free like a white dove

In the clouds.