Looks so lost
Laying down
In the bottom of the trash
Like someone had gotten rid of it
Throwing something good from themselves.
The flower dies at the trash can
At the bottom it's choking
Surrounded by smell of trash
Surrounded by filthy things
Thrown by a man's hand.
That gentle flower is losing it's charms
Staying without all it's beauty
From which it was made of
After someone's hand grabbed it
Heartless threw it away
With the coldest hands tossed it in a trash.
The same it's with people
When they are rejected by others
They are losing themselves
They are chocking in the mass
Experiencing the hardest moments
Lonely and abandoned from other hands
Just like a sensitive flower from a trash can.
