The boot cares not,
Where it might strike land.
Often crushes the flower,
That blooms where she stands.
Yet again and again,
She rises with grace,
Smiles into the world,
Kisses everyone's face.
The boot cares not,
Where it might strike land.
Often crushes the flower,
That blooms where she stands.
Yet again and again,
She rises with grace,
Smiles into the world,
Kisses everyone's face.