Daisies beaming in the bright light,
Displaying their purity proudly.
For the world to see, how I wish I could be.
I need encouragement to be myself,
I try so hard to fit into society's mold.
God doesn't want me to be like you,
Living for yourself and not for Him.
I'm a daisy in a field of weeds,
The weeds are strangling me.
Where are the daisies like me?
Striving for purity in this corrupted world.
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