wildflowers
I used to dream of being a rose
Their petals
Their praise
Their place
I wondered
Why i wasnt made like them
So I I used to dream of being a rose
Their petals
Their praise
Their place
I wondered
Why I wasn't made like them
So I stretched toward a life
That was never mine
No matter how hard i tried
I still bloomed like me
Then the gardener whispered
“I never asked you to be a rose”
So i stopped apologizing
For my petals
I let the wind know my name
I let my roots stay deep
Because wildflowers don't ask to be roses
They bloom
And maybe the closet flowers to heaven
Are the ones that never asked to be
Anything else
toward a life
That was never mine
No matter how hard i tried
I still bloomed like me
Then the gardener whispered
“I never asked you to be a rose”
So i stopped apologizing
For my petals
I let the wind know my name
I let my roots stay deep
Because wildflowers don't ask to be roses
They bloom
And maybe the closet flowers to heaven
Are the ones that never asked to be
Anything else
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