The rose that grew from the concrete the one who everybody
Ignored to see without having feet it reach the crack and the world it gave it first peek.Everybody step and spit on the rose teaching it the hard life having its highs and lows everything seemed black like crows It barely was making it thru but like a baby it still continued to grew Nobody knew it would show it went further then people would know The rose that grew from the concrete proving nature laws wrong It grew to be very strong Long live the rose that grew from the concrete To breath fresh air Long after before people cared.