I was a wildflower in a garden of roses
and you still decided to water me.
You wanted to help me grow,
But all you did was pile more soil on me,
All your dirt was on top of me.
Burying me deeper and deeper
underneath.
It was so hard to breathe,
I wanted to breathe fresh air and feel the sunlight on my hair!

You stopped watering me.
I rose through the dirt you'd put on me,
Helped myself grow and now I am so tall.
You can try to cover me with dirt,
but that won't be enough.
I will always rise.