Someone once told me

The world is a bunch of roses

Gorgeous and understanding

Not wilting

Yet I know that is a lie

Comfort for a blinded child

Nothing more

The world isn't roses

It has darkness

It does not understand

The world serves justice

You are not feed on the silver spoon always

It is a center of pain

But isn't that the way it must remain?

Questions like that are from the narrow-minded

It doesn't have to be that way

But it is

Change the world

Change it so it isn't easy nor hard

Change it so it is fair

Change it so you don't have to remain blind

Change it so it can be a rose

A healthy rose

Not a wilting rose...

Not a wilting rose...