" I Cry " - "The Rose That Grew From Concrete" - And Tomorrow"
Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm,
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I cry and no one cares about why.
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate
Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate
Today is build on tragedies which no one want's to face
Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced
Tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air
Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares
Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops,
knowing that my sanity content when I'm dropped
But tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new,
build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth.
Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride
I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive