In a field of withering dreams and faded hopes
He is a flower that struggles to keep growing
Despite the odds stacked high against him
He lifts his petals to the sky and sings
For life, for love, and for the chance to bloom
Though the dead soil is stubborn and unforgiving
His spirit is strong, and his roots are deep
He nourishes himself with the memories of joy
And dreams of a day when his beauty will break through.