If daisies could tell ,what would they say
Or would they just laugh, at our human disgrace
I prayed at night, in hope of an answer
Do the daisies know the ways of the world?

I pondered at night
oh why do I cry?
Is it pure coincidence
Or the mistakes of an another

Do these wounds heal?
Or do they just remain
Open wounds, open sores
An open disgrace
They heal if they can
But stay as they should
How could the daisies
Know the ways of the world?
 
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