Field of flowers, hope so bright,
Just the one I need.
Set me free, launch my flight,
Plant my new grown seed.
Round I wander, picking stems,
Grow my mind just right.
Smiling with my new fun friends,
As I reach for light.
Look at these faithful colors,
Never-ending gems.
Soon they'll be my own mothers,
With my soul they'll cleanse.
Watch me, I will be unique,
Not just that 'other'.
I'll grow out of that old freak,
All in this summer.
Everyone is nice just right here,
There is no such clique.
Trust me I won't disappear,
I'll grow to my peak.
My petals bloomed, my stem's tall,
I've grown in my gear.
Now I can break through the wall,
With my hope- no fear.
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