No one have promised life to be fair

No one have promised life to be fair
Yet, I still wonder where I'd have err
And so much so -- it is so bleak
It 's surely not because I'm weak
I am a flower, beautiful, strong
I haven't done anything wrong
Born to a garden that they call "lost"
No one invited -- I am a ghost
Guarded by dogs that cannot see
color and beauty that is in me
But flower's bueaty is being lost
If no one smell it, no one's a host
No one to care, no one to cherish
I live alone and so I'll perish.