roses.
Every single day
the roses come to play
They watch the sun
as he floats along his way
The days it is grey
even then they aren't a f r a i d
For the rainstorm that follows
brings them nothing close to s o r r o w
For when they wake up the next day
they can look around to see
There is the sun
There is the sky
There are the clouds
and there are more roses
M o r e roses
to come to play
- BP
