I'm like a flower in the Sahara
Hard in harsh conditions
I can't be soft when conditions are so hard
The winds would break me
I keep to myself in dry conditions
I can't open up when conditions are so arid
The sun would evaporate me
Not to speak of the thirsty animals that lurk about looking for any source of water
They would suck me dry and use me to salve their blisters
But I am hard and tightly closed
They won't suspect that I hold water
They won't take advantage of me
I'm not saying I prefer to be hard and closed
If spring where to visit the Sahara,
I would bloom soft open flowers
and allow myself to away with the gentle winds
while I absorbed the suns adoring rays of light
I am waiting for the spring
Hard in harsh conditions
I can't be soft when conditions are so hard
The winds would break me
I keep to myself in dry conditions
I can't open up when conditions are so arid
The sun would evaporate me
Not to speak of the thirsty animals that lurk about looking for any source of water
They would suck me dry and use me to salve their blisters
But I am hard and tightly closed
They won't suspect that I hold water
They won't take advantage of me
I'm not saying I prefer to be hard and closed
If spring where to visit the Sahara,
I would bloom soft open flowers
and allow myself to away with the gentle winds
while I absorbed the suns adoring rays of light
I am waiting for the spring