Surviving Storms

By now he knows that I'm a flower
Fading in the shade
Always too much or too little water
Only one petal left to fade

The rain is quite sour
And that wind I just hate
A dying blue flower
Stuck in concrete

Hey little gardener
With warm gentle hands
Protect me from the cold and danger
Of this harsh and unforgiving land

I fear the scissors, I fear high boots
Please Take me somewhere
Where I can make roots

My little gardener
I have hope now, it's true
With your help, maybe
I can weather This storm and bloom anew

My little gardener
I do have hope
With your help, maybe
I'll find ways to cope