Flower
I was trying to help a flower grow I did not care if it starts to snow Come here I told the light Pour I told the sky
Next thing you'll know Is that the flower dies
The speaker sets out to help a flower grow and throws everything into it. They don't care if snow comes. They call on the light to come and the sky to pour, almost like giving orders, as if wanting something badly enough could make nature obey. The tone is eager and a little desperate.
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