On my desk is a wild flower...
I don't know its name anyway...
Almost withered but still having the power
of beauty in a most healing way.
By a little girl at a coach station
to me suffering from most foul ways
given with shy compassion...
It's worth thousands of flamboyant bouquets.
On my desk is a wild flower...
Looking pitiful? Whatever you say...
Almost withered 'cause it gave me the power
of beauty in a most healing way.