It is a social circumstance
A boy and his flower
Arguing against the winds of time
Oh how troubling the world is
With the winds chasing an introvert
For I see this lonely boy in the womb
And tomorrow builds houses for the weary
In times of trouble
And there lives a boy who feels uncertain
About the future that remains bright
Yet only he can stand
The distant rains of tomorrow
For only a boy and his flower are inconsistent
With a world that is left behind.