You call me a blessing
a blessing in disguise
in the process of making
life flashed before my eyes
I danced on your shoulders
with love and pride
my petals start to wither
as you cast me aside
I bloomed and bloomed
with each passing day
being young and week
thunder blast me away
The rain drowns my cries
but you say its the sun
under all the dirt
my worms start to run
I was a home to them
until you made me fall
I used to protect them
but now I am nothing at all
You silence my voice
you wither my petals
now I must say goodbye
I will be less than metal

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