She dreams as she walks through the forest for hours
singing and dancing in tune with the flowers
a child on her own with heart so pure
blind of the trouble she must one day endure
then suddenly before her on a carpet of green
a wondrous flower, like none ever seen
she's so excited on this magical ground
she feels she must share what she has just found

by the side of the road she calls to a man
"I've something to show you, please come if you can
I'll show you a flower and I'm sure you'll agree
a more beautiful sight you never did see"
"yes, said the man, I happen to be
an expert in this, let's go and see
I make them myself, I arrange and dissect
so I will know if what you say is correct"

he smiles at her innocence and watches her glow
she is only a child, what does she know
only a man as learned as he
could really know the truth

they arrive at the place where the flower stands proud
he stands in the sun with his head in a cloud
his eyes see the truth but his heart won't admit
that this flower is special and he asks her to sit
listen my child, you must stop this charade
this flower is pleasant but that's all I'm afraid
I've made hundreds myself, almost the same
I know it's quite pretty but it's not what you claim

she looks up and smiles, stands proud and strong
"I'm sorry kind sir but I'm afraid that you're wrong
please wait here a while by the shade of that tree
I'll find someone else and I'm sure they'll agree"
"how dare you! he cries out, doubt what I say
I am a critic, it's my opinions they play
ask someone else then, bring them if you can
who do you think they'll agree with, a child or a man?"

now he's alone he studies the flower
he knows that it's special and it turns his life sour
he must find the secret so he can create
such a wondrous thing as this

so he picks the flower, it lay dead in his hand
there seemed nothing to it, he couldn't understand
why it's wondrous beauty burnt through his skin
so he tore it apart to find out what lay within
"just as I thought! he cried out in joy
it's just bits and pieces, like the kind I employ
I've studied creation and one day they'll see
if such beauty exists it should come from me"

the child then returns with an old man she's found
when she sees what has happened she falls to the ground
the old man is angry and filled with dismay
"I knew of this flower and it's true what she says
now you've destroyed it, so no one can see
God save us from men like you claim to be
you claim to create but you love to destroy
you are envy's tool and mediocrity's toy"

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Words and Music by Nemo James