Don't think That I'm just some sad story 
Sitting in the second seat 
From the front of the bus
I'm not a tortured artist 
Expelling beauty from my mind
Or in graceful actions 
That is a lifestyle I wasn't destined for
Greatness is something I strive for
I have goals 
However sometimes
I convince myself how impossible 
They are to accomplish 
When I get sucked into this 
Tornado madness
I lock into my safe house 
In that safe house
Are memories of me
Breaking through all the goals I set
Achieving the things most people 
Thought I could and would never do
I stop the storm from tearing apart my hopes
And from destroying my dreams
I find a drop of faith 
I use it to water my tree
That tree grows and grows
It blossoms 
It becomes what others thought it would never be
It was called a weed 
It became the tallest tree that the world
Has ever seen
Never forgetting its roots