• You crept in through the cracks
    Of cement tightly compressed
    Where I was told no one could reach me
    Because I was clinically depressed

    And you were too, just like me
    Though people had labeled you a weed
    You knew it in your mind
    That in due time
    you would succeed

    So we let them cut us down
    Never knowing what we're about
    They would burden us with wishes
    And just like that, they'd snuff us out

    And they would lather us with pesticides
    And seal us up with canisters of cement
    Yet still with all the horrid wicked things
    Those lab monkeys could invent

    We still reach up through the cracks
    Bruised and broken but defiant
    To sit triumphant upon our fickle graves
    As Disciple Dandelions