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

Never feel

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.

It endures.