Streaks of earth matted in her hair
Beaten down, but she won't scare
Blinks her eyes, battered green and blue
Ignorance can leave an awful bruise
So get up!
Get up!
Come on and get up, Violet!
Blade of grass in her aching fist
Sets her jaw, no she won't quit
She'll take the fight to streets and avenues
A little dirt can make a flower bloom
