Weary Little Daisies

Her entire life Her petals, knifed. With a painful relief Her petals gone, grief. She awaits the rain Only known friend. Down days. With Weary ways. Dreary little babies Weary little daisies. She becomes a desert Only to receive water. This is for you beauty babies. Water, You need? I give. She bows her head Burned by beams. Beauty babies, your so pale You could almost be white. You'll be okay... Just wait for the cycle.