A tale of two, of three, of four -
but focused just on one.
Sixteen years
Five thousand tears
Cause the dirt to become undone
I emerged a fragile rose
Craving nourishment, sunlight
You were the thorn under my nose,
The storm in which the wind blows,
And I could not survive at night.
(My petals leak,
my stems are weak,
you can crush me
- it's an easy feat)
But from the rose a garden grew,
You began to see me shine.
I still was not as big as you
So you took all that was mine
I grew back time and time again,
standing straight up on my own.
I am no match for the stronger winds,
you see - I still need a home
(What roses need -
what you can't give me,
is a home that's always
filled with beauty)
The silence had become so loud,
it created a bigger storm,
I watched my rose fall in the ground,
the dirt I now had formed
But from the dirt, as I had been,
sprouted a smaller tree.
A quiet, lovely evergreen,
to become the biggest you would see
(My branches grew,
stronger than you,
I only need me,
I finally knew)
And from my tree standing tall -
I learned only this way -
I never again saw myself fall,
My roots would not give way.
We come from the same dirt, you and me,
But I became something else.
I became something you could never be,
someone who could help.
(I'm far too strong,
you could not be more wrong -
you'll tire yourself out
before you bring me down)