My version of the rose that grew from concrete?.

 A rose that grew from concrete, just as bright as it could be. Who knew that it would end up belonging to me. So different so sweet. The rose that grew from the concrete. So rough in tough with thorns that out grew the leaves. Protected it from harm and got it this far. Yet it smells like opportunities and faith that grew from thee. Why would I want something that always grew off of trees. When I can have something so unique so different a rose that grew from concrete?❤.