Rose that Grew From the Concrete Wall
I’m the rose that grew from the concrete wall,
With eyes full of complete darkness;
Trying to unbundle my self from the life thrall,
life pushed me into the den of wildness;
In the city of the comedowns and lost souls,
Scratching my path through the dark concrete wall;
Scraping, pulled myself with broken bones,
I’m still waiting for my luck to befall;
Ray of lights shine down over my red petals,
telling me to escape from the bubble;
Though I’m invisible living on principles,
Grab my weapons and ready to rebel.
I’m the rose that wants to outgrow.
Eyes are now fulled with the lightest glow.