“Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.”
“You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals, on the contrary we would celebrate its tenacity. We would all love its will to reach the sun. Well, we are the roses, this is the concrete. These are my damaged petals. Don’t ask me why, ask me how.”
We’re all just a kid from somewhere. It is our duty to create our own story and blaze our own trail. Our paths are a result of our creativity.