A little weed
Weed, Weed, Weed, refusing to die.
Creeping through the crack,
You may kill me now, but I will be back.
This is my eternal promise.
My immortal hand holds the fire,
Pointing the way to what I aspire.
I will be strong.
My future will be bright, one day.
You cannot kill my ambition.
My desire will not die.
I may hurt, I may cry,
I will continue.
Weed, Weed, Weed, refusing to die.
Creeping through the crack,
You may kill me now, but i will be back.
This is my eternal promise.
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