See me now, underfoot trod,
See how hard I find it to bud,
See me wedged among wild weeds;
Oh, I don’t belong among these breeds,
Yes, I know who I am.
I know who I am.
I may be starving now
Or threatened by a heavy plow,
Yet I know, from here I’ll be lifted,
I am more than this – I am gifted,
Lo I know who I am.
I know who I am.
I can hear the heavens rumbling,
I foresee bees coming bumbling,
I foresee myself a garden gracing,
So, spirit within, stop grimacing,
For I know who I am.
I know who I am.
I am a graceful rose,
This is the sort of life I chose,
I will bud again and bloom,
I’ll be elsewhere with enough room
Yes, I know who I am.
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