Life is like a rose.
We sprout as a defenseless body
In time we bloom and become beautiful
We grown thorns as we begin to understand the dangers of life
Eventually we will wither and die
But for the time we are alive we are strong, radiant and beautiful.
We sprout as a defenseless body
In time we bloom and become beautiful
We grown thorns as we begin to understand the dangers of life
Eventually we will wither and die
But for the time we are alive we are strong, radiant and beautiful.
