• Out here in the field
    withering fast
    I was beautiful
    now i must ask
    am I still beautiful
    like every one else
    or am I just withered
    unlike anyone else

    I am the most withered of all
    and the flowers in the background
    have got it all
    just pick me now so i can be loved

    in a glass of water i would have been
    If not for my prickly skin
    they like the others because they are small
    I am fatter than them all

    I sink to the ground no one to love me
    good bye to me