Once a seed who tried to bloom
soiled by the drought of care , filled with doom
slowly reaching, growing leaves....part of me
gaining my true colors, what i wanted to be
dodging all of the thunder
how I've come so far...i wonder

blooming against all odds
defying all of the negatives, they are my-
acid rain pouring down again
i grew from what they drowned me in 
the hate, the tears
stretching past my fears

and I've thrived and flourished by the sun, my
colors blend 
roots held strong and never let go
as the storm winds continued to blow
And after it is all over...

I am the glistening rose..
 in a field of grey clover..
reaching out towards the light
closer and closer 
following my future, in sight,
I've grown