Who knew a rose could sprout out of the concrete?
Its been walked on, ran on, and some bikes have left their tire tracks on it
Its been yanked and pulled but still its roots are embedded deep.
Its been ruled out the world but it still chooses to come sprout.
Who knew a rose could develop out of the cracks of the concrete?
Its been deprived of all significance and no one showed it any love.
Birds shit on it dogs piss on it and cats just try to shred it apart.
But yet the rose still seems to conquor it all.
From dawn til dust it stands strong and tall.
Who knew a beautiful rose would sprout and develop out of the cracks of the concrete
Defeating hatred and adversity
Keeping dignity and finding peace within.
Standing strong alone in the freezing cold
Showing no fear to the world and being bold
Who knew a lovely yellow beautiful rose could sprout out of an old dirty filthy concrete
Who knew that rose would me.