They fancy that I linger and flourish when the time is right.
But do they realize I’m wilting inside?
I droop in wintry nights.
I wait for summer’s light.
They want me to be content with what I get.
Do they know I’m vacant within and naught is left?
In autumn I may die.
Through rain I’ll try to survive.
I'm drained, desiccated and faded,
The blowing winds rendered me jaded.
But do they realize I’m wilting inside?
I droop in wintry nights.
I wait for summer’s light.
They want me to be content with what I get.
Do they know I’m vacant within and naught is left?
In autumn I may die.
Through rain I’ll try to survive.
I'm drained, desiccated and faded,
The blowing winds rendered me jaded.
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