Wildflowers

We've got a problem. We're stomping on each other's heads, Climbing and clawing to the top of a Mountain, do we even care for claiming? We've got a problem. We've found ourselves in a ring, Fighting a fight that we're all Losing and we didn't ask for this match. We have built up internalized hate. And if we could dig to the bottom We would find that it needs uprooting. So dig. We're running a race that no one is winning. Panting and tiring ourselves out. You've got to be sick of this, too. So dig. Eradicate. Eliminate Eradicate. Eliminate. It's not a contest when we're just fighting to exist. Resistance is stronger together. Don't step back, don't step aside, step up. It's not a contest when we're just fighting to exist. Voices are louder together. Don't step back, don't step aside, step up. Weeds are just plants out of place, With no need to invade if embraced. Aren't you sick of this too? Thicker skin when we have eachother's backs Aren't you sick of this too? Wounds mend stronger when we heal together