That crimson rose, so perfectly,
Stands under the sycamore tree.
That crimson rose is unique,
For roses are usually red or pink.
Even though you're small and tiny,
On the inside you are mighty.
You shine in your own special way,
You don't care what they say.
You, you little rose, you're just like me,
There's only one that of us that can be.
So be like that crimson rose, not afraid to shine,
Because each of us has our own unique design.
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Every choice I've made. Has brought this moment here. This chapter of my life begins. I really hold no fear. I'll scale all the rainbows. That come from cloudy skies. And wipe away the tears.
We are all stuck in cages that hold us back from what we want do. This is a little poem about rattling cages to inspire you. I've been sat in my cage bored of shit and before long im rattling my bars.
I may have gotten bigger but I haven't grown up. I'm still little old me who loves to watch tv I love colors and singing And I dance around the clock. I may be no good But I have no reason to stop.
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