As a flower eases its way from the sidewalk, I see it Its color possesses the town Creating all the bystanders to frown They don't know the significance of this It's time they find out It's time they know the significance of this As I walk up to it There's nothing more I've got to find a way out These thorns are protected by the sidewalk Grab the sun and carry on As I walk up to it gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns