Young Florist

I'm trying to get back from the fight

From the battle, I left behind

And maybe in another life

You will whisper to me- "Survive!"

You will raise your leaves in the air

Stretching over cliffs of despair

Reaching the skies above

Giving endless amounts of love

But I'm not trying to prophesy,

Even flowers can break through ice

And maybe in another life

They will whisper to me- "Survive!"