you can try and rip me out the ground
but my roots are spoil deep,
through the mud.
pull me apart bud by bud,
my power is stronger than most flowers above,
I spread and lurk along the Bush
and yeah I may not end up plucked,
and in your mother’s vase,
but I will take the broken mug,
and you may think im just a freak
just because my blends unique.
one day I will be just as big as a tree,
large almighty towering over
he wont ever see that im enough
mush me into dirt and muck
think there’s nothing left to regrow
but I even come out when there is snow
and I will flower and I will grow highier and highier
my roots dig deep
no shovel will make me weak.