As a flower eases its way from the sidewalk, I see it   Its color possesses the town   Creating all the bystanders to frown      They don't know the significance of this   It's time they find out   It's time they know the significance of this      As I walk up to it   There's nothing more   I've got to find a way out      These thorns are protected by the sidewalk   Grab the sun and carry on      As I walk up to it gracefully   I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns