• A life is like a perfect rose;
    It begins nice and sweet
    Until it begins to expose
    The thorns of deceit

    It begins to bloom
    With all beauty and grace
    The prize in the showroom
    With a beautiful face

    Then as you look deeper in the soul
    You see nothing more
    Then a heart of coal
    And a closed door

    When the rose starts the wither
    It shows how life is speeding away
    No way to make it go slower
    Or to follow it’s desired pathway

    When the thorns peak out
    From the magnificent beauty
    Everyone seems to stop and shout
    About the small blasphemy

    In the end the flower dies
    After a long life
    Where the soul flies
    Through the world’s strife