Hold On-Outsiders

A patch of flowers rose together
And stood through the rough weather
Although some are different, others are the same
But they are all to blame

These flowers are a gang
But their enemies drive a Mustang
Sometimes they do heroic things
Other times they may sting

When a flower dies, it goes down to leaf
While the others are full of grief
They must still carry on and try
Until they too, will die

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