I Am.
I am a rose that shines bright in the sun
From the hard ground represnting the ones who can't break me
The roots are my life struggles that I barried in the ground
The rain oh the sweet rain , God's happy tears are what raised me
I was once a seed inside my mothers belly
I am all grown up now breaking through dirt and ground
I am that rose that grew on the side walk
I was all alone, watching everyone succeed without me
But still I grew strong and mighty
And now I am that rose everyone is after
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