Today was born a flower

in this hour

a beautiful reflection,

of the lords intention

threatend by the world

of life on the edge.

Some want to save you

some want to make you

the rest just ignore you.

Your born in this world

of cynical detection

no real fire left for us to burn

only the groaning unsettled soul

can give you a time to remember.

This is no way

to build a sacred garden

this is no way to prove we have heart.

Practical intention

and no money not to mention

leaves us cold and rejected and left in the rain.

 who you might ask

is to blame

for

rejection , infection, persecution, intent

Hate and self worth brings a mental lament.

Fear of interaction causes contractions

that seperate our bodies from our souls.

Your blossom starts wilting

before it starts blooming

deprived of nutrition for body and soul.

deception, protection become the same inflection

of unknown bodies walking down low.

This is no way

to build a ship worth sailing

this is no way

 to be a human race

lost in confusion in a tsunami of pain

no ones left to try again.

So we live in crumpled boxes

out in the rain,

starved, cold and shaken

half frozen from the pain.

Scavengers in hunger

not getting any younger

young and old alike

 still looking for the light

but its not there.

This is no way

to treat a flower growing

this is no way

to be a human race.