The Flower, Part II
I was born as a flower
It was raised and it learned to be still
The flower, it changed into fire
And it razed and it burned and it killed
Our tower, it toppled
The foundation was cracked
As the truth, it unraveled
And the life that we've spent
I leave this up to you
I am not to blame
Pretend the choice is yours
You'll make it either way