The rose petals are my life, the thorns, let them be my sorrow, the leaves are my hope, because I await a better tomorrow, A love as strong as the rose, a beauty so rare, I am gentle, yet prickled, by a life so bittersweet and unfair, "Lord, Help me!!" I cry out, but no one hears my plea, my body's tired, I'm bleeding out, my heart's in misery, but just as the rose, one day I'll bloom, my life for all to see, a future so bright, I will not cry, my life no longer a gloom, let this be a testimony of what my life is like, but one day, I'll break free, And my mind will take flight.