The Rose

The sky sparkles and the sun shines
but i'll never be able to call you mine.
I'm the daisy that gets over looked
not like the rose that has you're heart hooked.
The daisy taken for granted, is always there
but never pretty enough for people to stop and stare.

The river runs its mystic streams
a magical picture you only see in dreams.
Trees full of life, they sprout hope,
provides that feeling you can cope.
No matter what's gone wrong
Mother nature helps you believe you're strong.

But its not enough. You want something true.
Something so wonderful its pure to you.
You're willing to lose it all
to take the risk and expect the fall.
Just to live, to feel so alive
that's the feeling that helps you to thrive

What once was known to you is gone.,
you realise you'll never turn into the swan.
Its all lies, that snake round you're heart
They pierce you. Make you bleed. Pretty piece of art,
stuffed, hanged, left to dry.
No more tears left to cry.

Dawn approaches, a new day. New start.
Sadly though, you've got no heart.
Made that mistake to let him in,
that battle of love you'll never win.
When will the daisy learn she's no match for the rose
She fades into the background whilst the rose grows.