In the midst of a crowded forest
There lies a flower in its solitude
Unlike the trees that are all honest
It`s like a star in the Hollywood
The flower plays. The flower pretends
And leads everyone where its haven lays
The flower rises. The flower smiles
And takes your soul deep thousand miles
The flower talks. The flowers Rocks
And takes your safety to the mountain tops
The flower writes. The flower Fights
And takes your freedom to the heights of night
The flower cries. The flower tries
And plays only with your human ties
The lone flower is hiding the truth
And you are in fact burying the proof
In all its Glitz. In all its Glamour
In all its grace. In all its manner
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