There are people that are worthy of great things, people who talk with their eyes,
There are people that see like a blind man, people who reek of stale lies
So rise like a butterfly above them, look down on their sadness and greed
You are the blossoming flower and they are the trampled on weed
Some of us grow and spread goodness over the oncoming years
Others are drowning in bitterness in dozens and dozens of tears.
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