The rose in my window shimmering in the light
So captivating such a beautiful sight its scent so Inspiring my senses firing.
But after time its beauty fades while its petals die
And fall away everything changes after a while
Like an adult changing from a child
Every changing with no return.
Everyone after time has to feel the burn,
As the strong become the weak,
As the brave become the meek,
As the poison lyes in this verse
Everything is a slave to this curse.
