<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dreams of the country<br>Her eyes go far away.<br>She wishes for flowers<br>He says, perhaps in may.<br>The city always was gray<br>The reflections of his eyes.<br>And she knows he liked it that way<br>And that way he shall die, well...<br>Shes always known,<br>That there was something more.<br>Theres this hunger in her belly<br>Like an instinct it tells her that theres something more.<br>This living shouldnt be called living<br>cause its really only half a life.<br>Shes a flower that grows despite cement holes<br>And she will survive, she will survive.<br>Shes a rare breed with violet eyes<br>And leafy limbs.<br>In conversations she looks for cracks<br>To dig her roots deep in.<br>And her ways come up like daisies,<br>She pushes her head to the sun.<br>She says I am content here to grow<br>Despite the steel frost that consumes everyone.<br>Shes always known,<br>That there was something more.<br>Theres this hunger in her belly<br>Like an instinct it tells her that theres something more.<br>This living shouldnt be called living<br>cause its really only half a life.<br>Shes a flower that grows despite cement holes.<br>And she will survive, she will survive.<br>In the end these steel cages will consume us<br>And like coffins ignorance will take us in and<br>Fashion dont mean anything<br>cause fashion cannot be our friends.<br>And when all else fades away<br>And the city falls into its sleep.<br>Well still have flesh, blood, bones and<br>Our soul to deal with so we should<br>Dig our roots deep.<br>Always known,<br>That theres something more.<br>Theres this hunger in our bellies<br>Its like an instinct it tells us that theres something more.<br>This living shouldnt be called living<br>cause its really only half a life.<br>Shes a flower that grows despite cement holes.<br>And we will survive, we will survive, we will survive, we will<br>Survive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Jewel - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=78988" data-title="Flower" data-description="She dreams of the country Her eyes go far away. She wishes for flowers He says, perhaps in may. The city always was gray The reflections of his eyes. And she knows he liked it that way And that way he shall die, well... Shes always known, That the..."></div> </div> </div>

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