When you look at the ground and see a flower sprouting out of a crack in the concrete, you don't ask why the concrete formed on top of the ground
Which so clearly belonged as a home to the flower
You ask what that flower is doing sprouting out of that concrete

And the flower still sprouts no matter the place or the concrete

On cloudy days in cities sometimes you don't see the stars very clear
Only in the most polluted areas do you tend not to see them at all
You tend to say that there are no stars that night when you don't see them at all

But they are always there
No matter where you are, even when you see none
Even if they are hiding from a world who'd rather not see stars
They'll always be there

If people ask me if I've ever grown out of this stage
I hope that I respond that everyone dies,
Usually from age,
But you don't
ask an old
person if
they've
grown out of life
Yet

And, when someone dies
Someone is always living
And you can't try and
Operate on death  if
someones still living

What we consume will be produced again and be consumed again if we look at it the right way, but will we?

Even when we don't see a living soul
Even when we don't see a star in the sky
I promise they are there

I promise we resist, hold our ground
fight for it, resist, as is our nature
Just like the flower sticks to the ground
I will stick my soul; I will stick to my heart
I will even if you don't want me to