The rose has bloomed,
it seemed like so long.
It was wilted and crushed,
and it was all wrong.
The tree is blossoming,
the flowers are new.
This is another chance,
for a shot at me and you.
The concrete with cracks,
is getting it's fix.
We're taking away fighting,
putting friendship in the mix.
The bird with a wing,
broken and torn.
The girl with a smile,
that has been worn.
The bird begins to fly,
the girl begins to smile.
The tunnel at an end,
she's walked through for miles.
Things that are broken,
can always be made new.
This is a fresh begining,
this friendship here with you.
This time we'll take it,
nice steady and slow.
Three, Two, One,
here we go...