Another Rose From Concrete...
From the concrete jungle,
Where not much good grew,
A rose rose from concrete,
And proved fairytales true,
The rose had big dreams,
Now they’re all reality,
The rose did big things,
Before running out of battery,
Another rose,
Now rises,
From the same crack in the concrete,
And his dreams are nearly breathing,
And his roots are nearly walking...
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