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A tale of two, of three, of four - but focused just on one. Sixteen years Five thousand tears Cause the dirt to become undone I emerged a fragile rose Craving nourishment, sunlight You were the thorn under my nose, The storm in which the wind blows, And I could not survive at night. (My petals leak, my stems are weak, you can crush me - it's an easy feat) But from the rose a garden grew, You began to see me shine. I still was not as big as you So you took all that was mine I grew back time and time again, standing straight up on my own. I am no match for the stronger winds, you see - I still need a home (What roses need - what you can't give me, is a home that's always filled with beauty) The silence had become so loud, it created a bigger storm, I watched my rose fall in the ground, the dirt I now had formed But from the dirt, as I had been, sprouted a smaller tree. A quiet, lovely evergreen, to become the biggest you would see (My branches grew, stronger than you, I only need me, I finally knew) And from my tree standing tall - I learned only this way - I never again saw myself fall, My roots would not give way. We come from the same dirt, you and me, But I became something else. I became something you could never be, someone who could help. (I'm far too strong, you could not be more wrong - you'll tire yourself out before you bring me down)
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Dirt
A tale of two, of three, of four - but focused just on one. Sixteen years Five thousand tears Cause the dirt to become undone I emerged a fragile rose Craving nourishment, sunlight You were the thorn under my nose, The storm in which the wind blows, And I could not survive at night. (My petals leak, my stems are weak, you can crush me - it's an easy feat) But from the rose a garden grew, You began to see me shine. I still was not as big as you So you took all that was mine I grew back time and time again, standing straight up on my own. I am no match for the stronger winds, you see - I still need a home (What roses need - what you can't give me, is a home that's always filled with beauty) The silence had become so loud, it created a bigger storm, I watched my rose fall in the ground, the dirt I now had formed But from the dirt, as I had been, sprouted a smaller tree. A quiet, lovely evergreen, to become the biggest you would see (My branches grew, stronger than you, I only need me, I finally knew) And from my tree standing tall - I learned only this way - I never again saw myself fall, My roots would not give way. We come from the same dirt, you and me, But I became something else. I became something you could never be, someone who could help. (I'm far too strong, you could not be more wrong - you'll tire yourself out before you bring me down)
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
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