Oh that silly lilly
So childish
So stylish

With her pendulous flowers
And her dust-filled showers

She whisps through the air
Looking for that liberating breeze, so fair

Oh that silly lilly
So naive
So free

She always believed
She wanted to be reprieved

Thought love prevails for the bruised
"You are my slave," he mused

Oh that silly lilly
So optimistic
So sadistic

She hushed, she wailed
She snapped, ready to be bailed

However, her knight never came around
Her hope tarnished, her soul frowned

Oh that silly lilly
So lost
So glossed

Her skin, youthly
Her scent, earthly

Her world was rocked
but her spirit had flocked

Oh that silly lilly
So open
So broken

Hope you've learned your lesson
Never to play with depression