let every little tingling idea cropping up like weeds in the back of your mind grow and fester into something great though not necessarily good
let it grow let it find its voice let it find its way to show the world what it knows
we all have the seeds but only a few possess the will to plant them and even fewer to let it grow as it turns into the monster it must be before it can become beautiful
let it roll let it move let it grow let it show the world let it show the world let it show the world what you let it do