Deep in this rotting soul.
But still trying to grow.
Can the sun transcend this infertile ground
Evaporate the worst and take it deep in the ocean so no one will ever know?
Leave me in Miami to plant my roots once again
And maybe the sun will befriend a cloud
Let me stay in the shade and one day become the flower I was meant to be.
Everything ripens at it's time and become's a fruit at it's hour
But can a flower have a stain and still be an ornament you want to show?
Can you only love the untouched rose
Or do carnations that are friends with bees and bugs
Have a place in this world and still be beautiful enough to love?