Life is like a wilting rose.
If not cared for it will not grow.
Sometimes i feel just like that red rose.
Waiting to be picked for someone to hold.
As im traveling down this evil road.
The only beauty to be seen is the red rose.
Standing so tall and bold.
Everyday im thinking im just like the red rose.
As i keep walking never once halting.
I was lost inside,but now im gonna stand true.
This ole girl knows exactly what she wants to do.
IM GONNA BE BOLD JUST LIKE THE RED ROSE.
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