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I Cry

Sometimes when I'm alone

I cry,

Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.

They flow with life but take no form

I cry because my heart is torn.

I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,

I would cry among my treasured friend,

But who do you know that stops that long,

To help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.

Then to stop and see what makes one cry,

So painful and sad.

And sometimes...

I cry

And no one cares about why.

The Rose that Grew From Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.

No More Pain

When I die

I wanna be a livin' legend

Say my name

Affiliated with this mind fuckin' game

With no more pain

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

As he grows in splendor and grace

Toppling obstacles placed in the way,

of the progression of his race.

Can You See the Pride In the Panther

as she nurtures her young all alone

The seed must grow regardless

of the fact that it is planted in stone.

Can You See the Pride In the Panthers

as they unify as one.

The flower blooms with brilliance,

and outshnes the rays of the sun.