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 © Ashley Ingram | Year Posted 2005
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