In A City Far Away,
In The Purest Of Snow.Lives A Seed That Does Not Grow.
Lying In A Crack In The Side Walk.
Looking Up At A World That Doesn't Care.
It's Beauty Is Taken For Granted.
With Each Little Passing Step.
The Sadness Within Begins To Fade.
Like The Snow That Will Melt On One Faithful Day.
And That Seed That Lives In The City.
Will Become A Rose That Grew From Concrete.
A Rose That At One Time Was Ugly And Taken For Granted.
Will One Day Be A Sign Of Beauty....In This Dark, Cold, Lonely World.
As It Is Written As So Shall It Come To Pass....Quote The MEMesis....Nevermore!!