Flower Girl

She’s the queen of wisdom She’s an angel of soul She’s the symbol of freedom She’s a beautiful flower girl... She tells stories like a poem Her words sound like a song She’s no one’s to belong But she’s more like a home... She’s the queen of wisdom She’s an angel of soul She’s the symbol of freedom She’s a beautiful flower girl... She hums like a nightingale She’s a glimpse of a fairytale She has beautiful sable hair Her skin, fine and very rare She’s the queen of wisdom She’s an angel of soul She’s the symbol of freedom She’s a beautiful flower girl... She’s just a myth for some folks She’s just a belief that’s broken They say she’s just a man’s creation She lives in imagination She’s an unfolded mystery Whispering through memory Her shadow hides in the black But she lights the darkest dark She’s the queen of wisdom She’s an angel of soul She’s the symbol of freedom She’s a beautiful flower girl...