Concrete Rose

Описание: I see the sky through a crack in the wall, a mosaic of pain where the memories fall.

Dust on my shoes, from the rubble and stone, a world turned to gray, but the spirit's still grown.

They drop the bombs, thinkin' hope it will drown, but from the deepest dark, a green shoot is found.

We are the olive trees, ancient and deep, your hatred can't harvest what our ancestors keep.

This ain't a conflict, it's a cage, a slow burn on a history's page.

But even concrete can't hold down the soul, a story of strength that they'll never control.

From the sea to the checkpoint, we stand though we're torn, a rose growing fierce from the concrete and thorn.