A weed planted in the ground
A weed among flowers
But from down here, I can see the soil;
I can see what lets me grow,
What weighs me down.
And up there, I’m sure there’s things that I’ll never know
But from down here I can see the light streaming down from above.
Don’t you know that all of those petals aren’t all pretty?
And that those flowers are very short-lived?
When a weed grows up, you know they’re never ganna go away.
You can snag and grab all you want,
In a few days it’ll be like you were never there.
The weed is a sturdy creature.