"i am the product of my environment,
and i cannot change where i was born;
my mother has thorns,
and my father is a weed,
while my sisters sprouted so big,
so the wind would transfer their seeds.
i managed to grow in the hard cracked mud,
and i always managed to stare at the sun.
i was not defined by the location i was from,
and when the birds sung thats when i begun;
i searched for a place more comfortable to be,
got stuck in a field where there was not dreams.
i stayed there awhile because it was new to me,
i stayed because the other flowers were just as beautiful as me.
where were they...