I am the weed in the pavement crack,
I am the grass blade that keeps springing back
Just when you think you’ve mown the lawn;
I am the sun behind clouded dawn.
 
I am the walls standing after a blast.
I am the artist tied to the mast
Bearing witness to a bruised sky storm.
I am the crop that survived the swarm.
 
I am the scab on the bloody knee.
I am the convict running free.
I am clear air after settled dust.
I’m simply human, doing all that I must.