I guess we are flowers in way
We go through crap and and rise.
We rise and show them they're wrong
We grow and change and even if they didn't have hope, we had hope in our selves
We show them they're wrong and rise and grow until we are pulled from the ground.
'Til our leaves no longer make a sound
We change with seasons but we will come back stronger each year.
And when it's time to be plucked from the ground we go peacefully not making a sound.
But we will not go in vain, we leave a mark upon the world and our struggle will be used as an example for other
flowers to grow and change and have hope
Always have hope
