I was a flower in a beautiful field,
I was meant to bloom and glow.
My soul, my colours you concealed,
myself was meant to grow.
In monochrome, I grew,
I survived, I knew.
You might have wiped off my hue,
but dear, darkness is where my roots grew.
Fight me, kill me, poison my soul,
I’ll live my life, I’ll reach my goal.
And if I didn’t, I’ll leave behind,
my seeds, my petals, are gems to find.