In the bricks, my roots are cast, I was told it couldn't be done.
Growing in bricks, your roots wont take hold, you'll never make it my darling child.
But I am standing here, all alone, just basking in the sun.
I'm basking here, in the suns radiant light, my imagination just running wild.
There is nothing, that I can't do, No I will never run
Illuminated by the suns warm rays, some may say, my head is in the clouds.
But I must say, its the only way, for you to must have some fun.
For in the rays, of the creative light, the temperature is so very mild.
Now that I stand alone, in the light of glory, the fun has just begun.