Amongst the weeds and desolate of beauty
At barren places desolate of hope
From most unfertile grounds we sometimes see
A scion yet that takes chance in this scope.

And when the darling buds of May arise
Against all shadows start to strive for life,
Against all odds defy their own demise,
And in full blossom show their will to strive

And when from nothing yet a rose arose
Then we shall take this as encouragement
To give hope to those desolate and those
That within emptiness are downwards bent.

For all this proves that in most barren room
Life is a flower that can always bloom.


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