Hell of a Year for Daisies

We’re Products of circumstance

Brought together by happenstance

A thick veil to mask thin skin

Afraid to show my cards

Afraid to show my scars

Hell of a Year

To let my guard down let go of my fear

Roses are meant for graves, but for daisies

It’s been a hell of a year

A gesture from hand to hand

In hopes that you’ll understand

My thick veil to mask thin skin

Removed to show my cards

Now you see my scars