Deep in the mire, yet flowers bloom,
Tough climes sculpt, from the gloom they loom.
Struggle and strife might define this room,
But watch as colors defy the doom.
Even in the mud, the flowers find their rise,
Through hardship and pain, they reach for the skies.
Though you're tired and weary, lift up your eyes,
Flowers will bloom, it’s nature’s wise.
The world will watch as you transcend,
Through muddy paths, find colors that blend,
Hold tight, the night ends, your spirit won’t bend,
In the toughest of soils, beauty will mend.
Pressured by dirt, yet seeds will crack,
Beneath the surface, there’s no turning back.
Each bud pushing through, a new track,
Colors emerge where once was black.
Even in the mud, the flowers find their rise,
Through hardship and pain, they reach for the skies.
Though you're tired and weary, lift up your eyes,
Flowers will bloom, it’s nature’s wise.
The world will watch as you transcend,
Through muddy paths, find colors that blend,
Hold tight, the night ends, your spirit won’t bend,
In the toughest of soils, beauty will mend.
Heavy the earth, but roots go deep,
Where tears are shed, strength they keep.
Rise above the mud, steep climb, steep,
Life’s beauty hidden in the weep.
Even in the mud, the flowers find their rise,
Through hardship and pain, they reach for the skies.
Though you're tired and weary, lift up your eyes,
Flowers will bloom, it’s nature’s wise.
The world will watch as you transcend,
Through muddy paths, find colors that blend,
Hold tight, the night ends, your spirit won’t bend,
In the toughest of soils, beauty will mend.