Be gentle with me,
for I am like the light of a candle
Trying to light the darkness that surrounds me
Trying so desperately to shine and endure through the slightest breeze.
I am like the wounded bird that ventures into the sky
Fighting against the gust of the wind that seems its only purpose is to bring me down.
I hold my flight with courage but my wings are so weak
The only thing that sustains my flight is my faith to Thee.
I am like the wildflower that grew on top of the hill
Exposed to the harsh hand of nature.
Fighting constantly to stay standing and holding on to all my petals
For they are all my hopes and dreams.
Be gentle and treat me kindly,
Don't put in my heart another tear
For this heart is about to break
Into one million pieces.
-by Lori Novo
