Which it was never meant to do,

Feeding on guilty dirt,

From silence, a flower grew.

Nurtured by the cold wind that blew

It grew weary and alert

Which it was never meant to do.

When the world was torn in two

Both sides had been too hurt.

From silence, a flower grew.

Weeks, months, and years by flew

Everything, the flower did desert

Which it was never meant to do.

From other flowers, it drew

Away in a field, inert,

From silence, a flower grew.

But happiness was long overdue

The flower did assert.

Which it was never meant to do,

From silence, a flower grew.