I can see
the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.
See
the hope and courage in the strength of the petals.
As long as I am, I
will be.
The flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows
back, I shall become strong.
I shall become only dependent on one.
That
one will be me.
I will rise with my petals high.
My life as a
flower will bloom and prosper as I grow.
I may not be the pick of the
patch, but I am just as beautiful as the rest.
I will stand as
one, but not a lonely soul.
The tears will be far from my smile.