The Flower in Me By Amanda K. Girard I am like a flower Not sure of when I will die. Not sure of when I will grow back again When I am crushed with pain and cry. I am not sure if I can hold myself up When I ache with unbearable pain. What do I do when my petals fall off? Do I go find them out in the rain? What do I do when I'm not given enough water, to make it through the day? What do I do when I look up in the sky? And the sun doesn't show a ray? I stand as tall as a flower would, As long as I possible can. I will stand and show my colors, That is what I plan. I may drupe and my petals may fall, But that won't stop me from growing. My love, honesty and beauty, I will keep showing. I am like a flower, Strong and supreme. I may be trampled on, But I will never lose faith in my dreams.