In a garden full of dead roses
Damaged hopes and dreams, they represent
Leaning on other branches
In hoping to survive

But what is survival
If they don’t chase the sun
To live for another day, is the wish
Getting the last drip of water, is the key

I don’t encourage the desperate need to win
I urge the deeds of winning
Doesn’t matter how high you got
At least you saw the hill

Next time you fall, get up
And if I’m not around
Remember the roses
Be flourished, be blossomed

Be sparkling red.