Little White Flower

Little white flower,
She wakes up everyday
With demons on her chest
Everyday she sees
a glimpse of her death
She secretly enjoys
Finding all the path

My dear flower,
You have found a place
To smile and to laugh
And no longer the demons
Will get in your bones
They have left 
For you, Have won the war

And those that ran
Have mourned and regret
The loss
Of a Little White Flower
That they once forget.