They called me Dandelion : the sturdy,
as I never let it go.
Storms came and went by,
but I never left my home.They called me Dandelion : of pity,
when I did let it go.
A gentle breeze at a moment of weakness,
and home was way down below.I am Dandelion : the fool,
who never let it go but now.
Only if I knew the skies were so pretty.
Only if; only if.