Stand Up
In the garden, roses grow,
how to pick one? I don't know.
People bloom in every space,
how to choose one special face?.
Life is waiting, wide and free,
how to pick your destiny?.
Clouds will hang within the sky,
how to make them pass us by?.
When the heart holds pain inside,
how to find a place to hide?.
When you tumble, falling down,
how to rise up from the ground?.
Pick the rose despite the thorn,
know the truth that life is born.
Choose the one in tune with you,
steady, loyal, and true blue.
Life is hard to pick, it's true,
just be proud of being you.
Help the ones you love along,
when you're weak,
and when you're strong.
Let the clouds live in the sky,
though they pass,
and time goes by.
Falling down is part of fate,
rising up is never late.
Grab whatever you can hold,
stand back up, and be quite bold.
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