Did you hear about the rose that grew
From a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
Learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
It learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else ever cared.

In the event of my Demise
When my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
Or A Belief that I had Lived for
I will die Before My Time
Because I feel the shadow's depth
So much I wanted to accomplish
Before I reached my Death
I have come to grips with the possibility
And wiped the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who were positive
In the event of my demise