Every time one flower lives, thrives, and blooms in the night,
I know another soul is being watched, loved, and protected
This gives me comfort
And makes me feel better about the world around me
But still,
I wait for the day when my flower,
So weak and so frail,
Will Blossom
Now matter how harsh, painful or sorrowful the weather around me is
One day I'll know
I'll know how it feels to be safe
I'll know how it feels to be truely loved
I can honly hope that day comes soon
 Alatria · Wed Jan 10, 2007 @ 12:43am · 0 Comments |
