As I stand alone walls on all sides On the hardness and trials I will stand tall as tall as I might, for all of my humble little life. Til the world tramples me, and I am no more, I will stand tall as tall as I might. Always reaching for the sun. Even though all around is brokenness and pain I'll lend my brief beauty and stand tall as tall as I might.
Amanda wrote this poem about a lone dandelion surviving on the bank of the St. Lawrence River, and later realized it was more about her. Copyright 2004, reprinted with Amanda's kind permission.
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