I wrapped my soul in a concrete block,
Unbreakable by any song or prose,
My heart broken on the battlefield,
To become a Sarajevo Rose.
A painful landmark in my life, I
Still have my fingers and ten toes;
My heart now a bittersweet sidewalk,
Often stepped on, Sarajevo Rose…
The loss will not be forgotten.
Steady pain, like a river flows…
Eroding the earth it passes through,
Sprouting another Sarajevo rose.
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