A rose grows,
Persistent to the trouble around it.
And if not,
It withers down, and grows again,
All on a new day.
And I’ve always thought about how much,
We resembled roses.
A rose grows,
Persistent to the trouble around it.
And if not,
It withers down, and grows again,
All on a new day.
And I’ve always thought about how much,
We resembled roses.