Flower in The Sea Of Misery

I float in the sea
Yes, I float, just me
But the sea I float in is that of Misery
Alone,I try my best to be happy
And though I long for Love
But every time someone tries to get close the lighting and thunder appear above
I warn them to go away
But they don't listen and try to stay
They try to take the flower from the sea
Not realizing the flower is where she is meant to be
She's waiting for the moment that is right
When the wind will catch her petals and give her the long for flight
The flower is stronger then she appears
But delicate enough to cause boys and men to draw near
Her sweet fragrance is like a call
But when they try to answer they find themselves slamming into a brick wall
Some find a way over or under
And touch the flower, little do they know that that is a fatal blunder
For the beast protects the flower
And the anger of the beast causes even grown men to cower
No, leave the flower alone and listen to her call of warning
And please think of her as a flower of mourning
To be only friends
And to except that that is where it ends...