Hearts Like Flowers

Out of the crack, a life did rise, A fragile bloom beneath the skies. No gentle rain, no nurturing hand, Just broken stones, a barren land. But still, it fought, it clawed its way, Toward the sun, it longed for day. A tiny shoot, a will to grow, A heart that hope would never forgo. Like fragile souls, with spirits strong, Who weather hardship all life long. Though lost and lonely, cast aside, Their dreams still bloom, a source of pride. So let them rise, these broken hearts, And find their strength in scattered parts. For even roses, cracked and torn, Can fill the world with beauty, born.