Grown
We are grown, rare and beautiful
Among the pale and lacking.
We are cultivated, nursed and loved,
Encouraged to stand tall;
But whichever way the wind will blow,
It takes us on its whim
And breaks our tiny, fragile stems
As we lay sprawling on the ground below.
I’d rather be a tree than a flower,
Unable to be snapped by wind
And ever able to touch the sky;
To find the light therein.
We are grown, bright and shining
Among the dull and darkness.
Our hearts are ever refracting
The light that makes us glitter;
But whichever way the hammer falls,
It takes us on its whim
And breaks our solid outer shells
To find the beauty lodged within those walls.
I’d rather be a pebble than a gem,
Dull and undisturbed by man
And ever able to roll away
To far-off, distant lands.
I was grown, small but daring
Among the sea of sameness.
My eyes were ever searching
For the dream of living loved;
But whichever way the spirit flew,
It took me on its whim
And it broke my heart a thousand times
Before I found that I was born anew.
I’d rather be alone than like others,
Have passion in my dancing tread,
And ever able to find myself
When all my dreams have fled.
We are grown, rare and beautiful
Among the pale and lacking.
We are cultivated, nursed and loved,
Encouraged to stand tall;
But whichever way the wind will blow,
It takes us on its whim
And breaks our tiny, fragile stems
As we lay sprawling on the ground below.
I’d rather be a tree than a flower,
Unable to be snapped by wind
And ever able to touch the sky;
To find the light therein.
We are grown, bright and shining
Among the dull and darkness.
Our hearts are ever refracting
The light that makes us glitter;
But whichever way the hammer falls,
It takes us on its whim
And breaks our solid outer shells
To find the beauty lodged within those walls.
I’d rather be a pebble than a gem,
Dull and undisturbed by man
And ever able to roll away
To far-off, distant lands.
I was grown, small but daring
Among the sea of sameness.
My eyes were ever searching
For the dream of living loved;
But whichever way the spirit flew,
It took me on its whim
And it broke my heart a thousand times
Before I found that I was born anew.
I’d rather be alone than like others,
Have passion in my dancing tread,
And ever able to find myself
When all my dreams have fled.
