Life is a bed of roses with thorns
You can love something or someone madly
but yet still lode it sadly
You will then start to act so feisty
Stop, here are some words you should hold dearly
Life is a bad of roses with thorns that prick sharply
Sometimes roses wither away and could be spotted bearly
But don't ever try to stop living, fight with fiery
Water your soil and your roses will come back almost immediately
Maybe covering the thorns abundantly
And you will go back to being happy
People will say "Your ability is move on is so lovely"
Trust me, fight for your life and never for that be sorry
No matter the pressure, don't listen to the mockery
Criticism is such a felony
And please never embrace greed and envy
I hope this helps you and makes you think calmly
No doubt success will treat you kindly
© Aashiqul-Hurairah
but yet still lode it sadly
You will then start to act so feisty
Stop, here are some words you should hold dearly
Life is a bad of roses with thorns that prick sharply
Sometimes roses wither away and could be spotted bearly
But don't ever try to stop living, fight with fiery
Water your soil and your roses will come back almost immediately
Maybe covering the thorns abundantly
And you will go back to being happy
People will say "Your ability is move on is so lovely"
Trust me, fight for your life and never for that be sorry
No matter the pressure, don't listen to the mockery
Criticism is such a felony
And please never embrace greed and envy
I hope this helps you and makes you think calmly
No doubt success will treat you kindly
© Aashiqul-Hurairah