You..
A seed that rests underneath the corrupt surface
somehow soaking up enough sunlight
and acidic water.
You..
Started to sprout, you developed on your own strength.
Grew and grew and grew and even now you're still growing.
A beautifull wild flower blooming.
Surrounded by ash.
Present amongst fallen friends who were forced to leave you
under painfull circumstances.
You..
Are still spiritually connected with them.
A colourfull presence amongst all this grey..
Broke through, from the underground, out into this corrupt surface we tend to call this world.
You..
Fill empty shells such as myself.
You..
Flicker the dying flame inside as it came bursting back to life.
You..
A bringer of light.
The sunlight behind the clouds of Desperation.
An umbrella shielding me from Fallen Hope.
You..
Colour the desolation in which I reside.
You..
Are the end of the current painfull path I'm walking.
You..
Are the beginning that I am searching for.

A flower crossed my path.
With torn pants and a shredded shirt I walk
Old shoes and a worn down face.
A flower crossed my path.
A sign of the destination that I am trying to reach.
When I'm there is where I can finally be..
With
You..