From the Concrete

From the Concrete

Seed underneath, dirt on the ground,

crack in the walk,

while everyone stands all around, started

from the bottom, sprouted from the ground,

standing up tall where's everybody

now. Left alone petals all broken down,

because I was stepped on and brought

back down. I'm no longer a strong stem

that stands its ground. But that's okay,

because who would have knew a flower

would've grew from the concrete ground,

and plus I did it once,

I can do it again. But next time is

my time to win. I have no fear, so let

the growing begin.