A flower leaning against the wall–
That’s what they call
One who never interested anybody
But herself and misery.
I used to be one, too.
I hoped and hoped for you
But tears always shine
And then, they faded with time.
Days and months turned into a year
Each moment covered me with fear
Afraid of being noticed
And be thrown out of peace.
Just when everything was rare
One stranger dared to care
Every frown turned into a smile
Letting me to take another mile.
Am no longer on that wall
Gone into the dancing hall
Rose in his arms
And bloomed with charm.