Acorn

My life is like an acorn
I'm trapped within this shell.
I know I'll become something great
But lately I'm not doing do well.

I'm battered by the elements.
I may even be stepped on
But my shell, I hope, will not break
Before the danger's gone.

I know what I'm supposed to do,
To grow and grow and grow
but for something so tiny like me
It's kinda hard, you know?

But I'll do my best, just for you
I just want you to be proud of me
One day I'll become a strong oak tree
But until then, please help me.

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