Concrete (Roze)

«I don’t need diamonds, I just need my fam to be happy
What ever happened to the rose that grew from concrete? concrete… concrete…
concrete… concrete…»
What ever happened
To the rose that grew from concrete?
And there, embedded in the street, was a lone rose
Placed, as if a sign from above that anything was possible
That no matter what circumstance was given to you
That you will find a way, that you will survive this
You are a believer
And as the rose looked as if it was moments away from meeting the next eternal
life
It seems as if the rose began to defy all possible physics
The rose began to grow and all around the rose, the concrete began breaking
As if it were an act of God… (Rose…)