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Concrete Rose

Is it the rough thorns that make me rough Or is it my roots that help me grow up I’m a beautiful days flower But a hard days work Is it my reddish color That makes me one of a kind Or is it my greenish color, From a lost child you are trying to defy I’m a concrete rose Brought up by love, And raised by sorrows Stumped down one day But standing stronger tomorrow after tomorrow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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