The Violet
Shrinking violet against the breeze.
Can someone put my soul at ease?
Pulled at the stem, ripped from my roots.
Why am I the one he persecutes?
Bruised petals crushed underfoot.
All done without consent or input.
Can someone put my soul at ease?
Pulled at the stem, ripped from my roots.
Why am I the one he persecutes?
Bruised petals crushed underfoot.
All done without consent or input.