Standing Alone

I can see the flower upon which my life grows, 

blooming into a rose.

See the hope 

and courage in the strength of the petals.
As long as I am, I will be.
The flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows back, 

I shall become strong.
I shall become only dependent on one.
That one will be me.
I will rise with my petals high.
My life as a flower will bloom 

and prosper as I grow.
I may not be the pick of the patch, 

but I am just as beautiful as the rest.

I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul.
The tears will be far from my smile.