You left me here with no place to go.
But that’s your loss now isn’t it?
You let me go without knowing,
What you were truly letting go…
A rare flower,
Rarer then the lovely lilies growing in the near waters.
Will you realize what you’ve lost?
What you gave up?
But do you think when you return,
To this flower will she still be waiting for you?
Would you come to late and spoil what you once had,
Or shall fate be kind to you once more.
This flower still waits for you,
You and you alone are the one who the flower waits for now…
Do you still love the flower?
