What more am I to love than a wilting flower?
Broken leaves like shattered dreams
Tucked away in the corner
Reaching toward the black earth
Singled out from all the rest
In this garden full of vanity and grace...

What more am I to care about than a decaying willow?
Hopes dripping from vines brown with death
Alone in a spring green field
Forgotten just like yesteryear
Hollow from days spent weeping
Never to be noticed by anyone at all...

What more am I to hold onto than a frightened orphan child?
Seen by few in those dark night alleys
Praying to be noticed in this cardboard heaven
Wandering lost down cold city streets
Longing for love
Wishing for a caring family to whisk them away to happiness...

And what less am I to you than a sorrowful young girl?
Talented in the art of expression
Sweet like sugar on a hot summer day
Screaming 'HELP' in world that hears only what it wants
Finally given a chance to escape into the spotlight
Only to be forgotten yet again...