Their was once a story
my stepmother used to tell me,
before she left.
Their was a dandelion,
In a field of roses.
Some people said it didn't belong there,
And others said it wasn't in its place.
But others thought it was beautiful.
She told me,
"Baby girl, you are that dandelion.
You stand tall when people try to push you down.
It doesn't matter how many people hurt you,
Because as long as you have one believer,
One true believer that you'll be amazing,
All the bad thoughts will melt away.
I believe in you.
I will always believe in you,
Even if I can't remind you every day.
Promise me you'll never give up.
Promise me,
You'll never stop being this little girl in front of me."
That little girl is still trying,
Day by day,
To stay strong.
Thank you for believing.