Last Sunflower

LAST SUNFLOWER

all the winds and surges came, hid the moon behind their crate

striding here and there for the remover of the trunk, Ghana, Niger or Egypt

coming! I know just a bit more steps following our way to the beam

waiting! I will let the raindrops touch my core and feel the sweat, spin through the scheme

you know, being a bullet I will shoot up to the sky

pull out the crate, let the moonbeam come and let us all fly

leave my stem behind, doesn't matter if i bleed

as the misery stands by me, and by my roots it gets to feed

laughing with my buds

smiling within the curse

no one could get me lower

refusing to fall I am the last sunflower