Learned responsibility at a very early age
Fell into a pattern that later set the stage
Somehow she was always there when others needed needing
Never gave a sign of her desperate need for feeding
She was a joy. She was a trial
A friend to all who met her
She'd work hard. She'd work long
To help a soul get better
She was tender. She was mean
An under rated power
A beauty hiding just inside
A still unopened flower
Dependence shaped a style of love that fit her to a tee
Often put her in a dance with the likes of you and me
Sublimated what she wanted to love the life she had
Strained to fake a happiness to hide when she was sad
She was a joy. She was a trial
A friend to all who met her
She'd work hard. She'd work long
To help a soul get better
She was tender. She was mean
An under rated power
A beauty hiding just inside
A still unopened flower
A flower stays a bud and it never fully grows
It's beauty unfulfilled so no one ever knows
It don't have to open. No way that's essential
No set law of nature it must reach it's full potential
She'd see good when others only focused on the bad
Her laughter often seemed too loud to the point where it felt sad
If you only knew the surface; seemed an easy spirit
Underneath the trouble bubbled for those who cared to hear it
She was a joy. She was a trial
A friend to all who met her
She'd work hard. She'd work long
To help a soul get better
She was tender. She was mean
An under rated power
A beauty hiding just inside
A still unopened flower
A still unopened flower