Here a Flower grows,
No sun to support growth,
No water to revive life,
No love to nurture,
No faith to speak of.
Here a Flower Grows,
against a concrete wall,
in a pile of sawdust,
with a will to blossom,
and the grit to endure.
Here a Flower Grows,
my stem be strong so I may stand,
my pedals be bright so I may shine,
my thorns be sharp so I may defend,
the life I protect on my own.
I am the Garage Flower,
No sun will shine on me,
No water will grant me life,
No soil to call my home,
I will survive on my will to blossom,
and grit to endure alone.