Dandelion Sighs...

Alone the Dandelion sighs
Remebering the glorious day
when to innocent children at play
she was a gift fit for a King or a Queen.

Alone the Dandelion sighs.

Now she is no more then a weed,
unwanted wherever she grows,
she is nothing compared to the beautiful rose
she wilts beneath it's glory.
For what is she but a weed?

Alone the Dandelion sighs.

Wishing that a soul might see the beauty underneath the weed,
But it is only a dream,
she must live day to day, to eventually fade away...
It is her fate, forever to be known as a weed..

Alone the Dandelion sighs.