In the cracks of the sidewalk
I saw pale, violet flowers growing:
Sensitive, timid,
but with that soulful beauty
only nature and children possess.
It was then I knew not to despair;
that perhaps in the fissures of a broken heart,
pale, violet flowers might grow.
I saw pale, violet flowers growing:
Sensitive, timid,
but with that soulful beauty
only nature and children possess.
It was then I knew not to despair;
that perhaps in the fissures of a broken heart,
pale, violet flowers might grow.