She was as pretty as a flower
But she did not smell
As sweet as one
She was as delicate as a rose
Blowing softly through
Wildest storm
She was to be idolized
Just like a flower
That was so soft and pretty
But they did not get the message
The way that they should have
She was a sweet as a flower
But no one cared
Thats all right it is August now
and her beauty
is already beganing to die |
|
