My precious Pretty Lotus has
turned to ashes
My precious Pretty Lotus has turned to
ashes
The vibrant petals are no longer in my
lashes
There are no colours and no smells that I
can feel
The struggles of life are removed, no
longer real
No more standing tall in my pond full of
love life
The fragrances have disappeared, no
more strife
My Pretty Lotus is not here to love, care
and live
I cannot find another one like her my love
to give.
