Shall I compare this life to a rose
Dancing in the wind and following the flow
Growing up towards the sun
Like the, body, soul and mind.
Petals fall down like the loved ones we've lost
Degraging are their bodies in the maneur of this world
Like the roots, you firmly ant yourself in what you believe.
Life has its trials that sting when they start to stick,
That is the thorne for every little stem.
You bring forth a stronghold while wilting away,
And pray to the heavens, the potter (the Lord), that you may
Be with him in his beautiful home
In a vase cared for after your roots are gone
Off of your roots another rose grows
And then goes the cycle around and again,
Until the day the earth is broken