The daffodils lie limply on the ground
The spring chill oh so cold!
They cannot rise against the frost
Because they have no soul
When the weather’s fair
Again they will arise
Their subtle beauty tell
But when I rise and walk again
Still all will not be well
But still I rise from the ground
Despite the chill and cold
Yet as I walk away
There remains upon the ground forever
A small piece of my soul
I am not a daffodil
Though upon them I love to gaze
I am of a higher calling
Though my life betrays
Sleeping on the frosted ground
My destiny yet unknown
Unlike the daffodils when I arise
I still have will have no home