The Rose Too

Heroes fell, and cupid cried
As a seed lay underground
Impatient and so desperately
Ready to be begin its life
Through a fracture in the ceiling
It could peek above and see
Rain bursting forth
Washing away the starry night
He wondered if it could be true
That after every darkened night
There's a brighter day waiting there for you

It was never easy but somehow that seed knew
You got to keep your head up
So no one can overshadow you
Weary and so  tired of the waiting game
The time had come to rise on up
And to adopt  a new name

With the might of a warrior
Unleashing centuries of ancient might
It strove and gave all it had
To violently escape it's sorry plight

Twisting, winding and unfolding it came
A vulnerable spectacle was set
A robust stem and gun shy leaves
Adorned a flower no one could forget

A perfect representation
Of how far you can  reach
Whether your spoon is silver
Or if it's rusted and crumbling piece by piece
No one can prevent you
From becoming the only rose
That grows from the cracks in the pavement
No matter which way it goes