I started off as a seed with little problems to feed
Watered daily by my tears of pain,
Sometimes there are days where I'm drained out
With no rain.

Not a care in sight of the range
Each day my problems grew bigger and bigger
To the point I wanted to stay little.
The sun will shine and that was my calling
To open myself up.

Let the good things in so I can sprout as a flower
Maybe even as a rose , so my thorns are my problems
Let the red petals bloom bloody red so it's my pain
That is known.

Let the petals bloom and bloom with the tears of my water
Bloom bright enough so everyone will notice.
Notice every detail of me as a rose flower
Including the thorns that will have the power

I would've request to be a delicate daisy but that's not who I'm
Meant to be. With fragile petals even a touch is dangerous
That's not who I am , a rose describes me just perfect
Multiply my seeds into rows of pleads
So that the positivity feeds, feeds into
Each whole that every flower grows,

Let them grow all different but also remember where you
Originated from, yes we all have our problems which makes us grow
Even stronger, let those follow you because in the end
It made you.