I am a fallen flower

Who lost all his powers

I am a flying bird with no wings

Or is my broken, forgotten soul ascending to the heavens

I am a fallen flower who’s slowly decomposing his way up to heaven

With a broken stem

One day, a very windy day

The swirling wind whispered swiftly

That I have no backbone

That I’ve lost my rhythm

Plus, I’ve lost full grip on my throne

I am a red rose whose magnificent scent has just froze

I am lonely red rose

Never been picked as a romantic gesture

For a special lady

I was a red rose on top of a golden casket

Accompanying dead souls to hell.