Such beauty has never been seen
As that which I set my eyes upon
And found in a field of grey
That little wild flower radiating resistance

What it was that made me find that flower
But it saved my life and made me think
That there may still be good to find in this world
Good that needs protecting

The dull greys had soaked into my skin
But that wild flower made me stop giving in
And colour flushed through my soul
And flooded out through my heart

Tears fall from the heavens as they salute the beauty
Of that small white flower held in my hand
The one that built me of wet sand
And helped me stand up again

Could it be?
What the flower whispers into my ear
Could it be that I’m more than ready for this
My time of hardships

Faith in myself inspired
Belief that I’m not as bad as you
Hope that maybe now I can pull through
All because of the 28th wildflower I had seen in that meadow…