Pink Flower

Wish, wish, I could be the real thing
Real thing, there'd be no put down
Walk around as if you know it's true
If you knew I'd be soon cut down, cut down, cut downPoor pink flower, poor pink flower
Nervously I hold on to my chair
Here the air is not so certain
I am waiting for the sun to riseMy, oh my, it looks so searing
Ragged laughing, I would flower
I would flower if I could
Lovely people go on by my dreamsI'm so green, I shake in my shoes
Hoped I'd die, I'd die before I'm old
But poor and old I'd wish on no one, no one