How I came to be

The God

who created the stars 

and the sun 

and the mountains 

and the planes

gazed over it all,

then added me

Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,

felt something missing,

and added a little daisy

a small flower, 

with shallow roots,

but loved it just the same

He doesn't need me

but he wants me

even though I've hurt him 

even though he knew I'd turn my back

The God of the stars 

loved me into being

and so here I am

Lost but he leads me

Hurt but he heals me

with my fair share of hate, but he loves me

I don't know why

but maybe that doesn't matter

Because the God of the stars 

loved me into being