Resurrection

Like the petals that resist to fall
and the flower that holds uptight,
she rebelled against her fate
who was it to decide what is right?

As the days pass by and nights,
the flower withers away;
despite the strength and vigour
those petals lose anyway.

Their loss is like hers too,
for they die inside and out
to pave way for another
more beautiful bud to sprout.

Oh, I wish I can believe them say,
that time heals all the wounds
if it was true, my friend
new buds won’t have to bloom.