The Sunflower
For years and years I faced the sun
Till one day I was on the run
Scared and lonely with no place to go
Depressed and suicidal, I had no home
My petals were falling
My roots were failing
Till that one spring day
When my life got meaning
I was awkward and hated, and had not a friend
I thought the only way was to make my life end
Until two springs ago, when I met Nicole
She watered my roots, and made me whole
Never in my life had a seen such a beauty
Picked right from the patch, like she already new me
She fixed me up and set me right
The battle with depression, I no longer fight
Now I proudly help those in depression
Feeling as though it is my new profession
Thanks to Nicole my life is back
Happiness and meaning I no longer lack
One again I am facing the sun
My petals flourishing, and bright golden
My stem is now strong and no longer week
A sunflower in a patch, up on its feet
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