Humble Dandelion

Dressed in plain sorrow
Deprived of hope and chance
Walks a young girl
The path of solitude

Her veil of tears
Obscures a pretty face
Head bowed in submission
She accepts full defeat

Her path is stained
With a thousand nails
Her bare feet so sore
Carries her on, unwilling

From the broken wall
Of rain falling down
Comes an unknown friend
With a sun to give

Placing in her hair
A forgotten sun
An unloved flower
The humble dandelion

Dressed in new hope
With a promised chance
Walks a young girl
The path to better days