My Roots
Firm they are
As they extend so far,
As they uphold me,
Oh mine, they will always be.
Without these dear roots of mine,
How will i ever shine?
How will i ever know the real me?
How will i ever be?
Creeping and always standing
Helping and always supporting
They are the the reason why i grow,
Indeed, they are the source of my glow.
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