Concrete Rose

Roots shattered the stone where the spring wasn't planned,
Born all alone in this desolate land.
The cold wind was tearing, but couldn't uproot,
We children of blocks where the shadows compute.
Through cracks in the slabs, I was reaching for day,
They kept telling me: "There's no life here to stay."
But my petals are steel, and my thorns are my pride,
I broke through the surface they tried to provide.
Taking the blows of this life as a given,
Deep in these blocks is the way we were driven.

Припев
The concrete rose in the coldest of grips,
Hope is alive on our trembling lips.
We grew in the places where gardens can't breathe,
Leaving our marks on the granite beneath.
Against all the odds, through the pain and the throes,
Blooming from ruins, the concrete rose.


Mama prayed in the dark that I’d make it out right,
Every day of my life I protect in this fight.
Among the tall walls where the emptiness reigns,
My beauty will blossom despite all the pains.
The blood on the thorns is the price for a breath,
They told us to fall and surrender to death.
But I'm on my feet, letting petals unfold,
My home is this concrete, so lifeless and cold.
And those who were laughing now stare at my back,
I planted my roots in the mud and the black.

Припев
The concrete rose in the coldest of grips,
Hope is alive on our trembling lips.
We grew in the places where gardens can't breathe,
Leaving our marks on the granite beneath.
Against all the odds, through the pain and the throes,
Blooming from ruins, the concrete rose.


They buried the seeds, never knowing we’d rise,
Tears falling down became rain in disguise.
This ghetto's a greenhouse for those with the might,
Every survivor's a law in the night.


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