There was a girl,
which learned to fly
But all she did,
it made her cry
Her blossom grew,
she flowered up
Then she stopped,
and lost her way
She saw no reason,
why she'd stay
She screamed for help, insecure,
but one noticed, that's for sure
Her beauty grew,
but didn't see
The helped saw and felt sad,
how it turned worse and bad
Her eyes filled with sorrow,
every day and every night
She had to go,
and win the fight
Beauty was the score,
You see
But all the things,
she had to reach
She had it all,
just to be
Be different then,
the others are
She just has to,
Yes she must
Open her jar,
full of trust
And beauty, fun,
and lot's of love
And in a medium,
far above
She'll see it too,
I know she will
She'll find her way,
I know it too
'Cause I know you are wonderful...