A tiny little flower,
A tiny little creature

It was a beautiful flower
Beautiful,
But perhaps, not 'pretty'

Faces showcase prettiness,
And not beauty,
So she felt like hiding her face

Because the queen of the night
Is pitch black

I saw it bloom,
And I saw it wilt,
Because I watched it grow

And so I said to her,
“Don't you crumble just yet,
Even wilting is a part of growing”

And these flowers,
Such a mysterious thing
Roses have thorns
And the queen of the night
Is pitch black

But a black flower
Is the most beautiful flower
And even the queen of the night
Requires the full sun to grow

“Let in a little sunshine,
Perhaps, you will find angels,
Waiting for you
Waiting to admire you."

Because even the darkest flower
Is the queen of the night.