Field of flowers
Your past is one of mud and dirt
everyday a fight
society of weeds
battle for scraps of light
your way is one of mud and dirt
never getting anything new
staying in shady places
with the sun never in view
yours, is a life of mud and dirt
and you've been hurt
but you will one day bloom
for what it's worth
because you are one with mud and dirt
and one things true
where there is mud and dirt
life springs anew.
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