No More Rain
There once was this Baby-blue flower
That I use to know
If she didn’t get water
There was no chance for her to grow
Well, Baby-blue was planted
Where no water flowed near
It was only rain that fed her
Hardly any came one year
It left Baby-blue wilted and dying
But, she pulled herself through
Managing to survive
On nothing more than the dew
Deciding while feeling weak and uncared for
Just too finally give up
Along side of Baby-blue
Popped sweet Buttercup
By him, Baby-blue was mesmerized
And felt under a trance
Thinking it’s worth holding on
To give life with Buttercup a chance
Sweet Buttercup helped Baby-blue
That back then, he did not know
Just by sharing life with her
He saved her from death row
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