Rose

Like a rose
That's got rid of its thorns
It's like a rose
That's let go
Of its thorns
And the rain
Collects in
The concrete
It's like a rose
That's got rid of its thorns
You're happy
If you're safe and sound
And insects will gnaw
At your core
If you don't grow back
Your thorns
It's like a rose
That's let go
Of its thorns
And a rose won't grow
If it can't gnaw
When it's torn
And insects
Will gnaw
At its core
And its petals
Will lose
Their shimmer
Like a rose
You should know
That you still can grow
You should know
That you're still gonna make it
And your beauty
Won't hold
In the rain and in the cold
With your shell
All torn
Like a rose with no thorns
Like a rose