Even the concrete rose
has a life that is torn
it even bleeds
through it's petals and thorns.
Even the concrete rose
hides away in the night
feeling so much pain
longing to see sunlight.
The rose has eyes to see
the struggle for life
even the beautiful rose
has lived in strife.
watch people walk by
day after day
stopping to look for a moment
to go on their way.
Even the rose has felt pain
thriving for water
but gets burnt by a flame.
Even this rose
gets to tired to walk
dying to see
the otherside of the block,
but just like you
this rose is searching for a face
and just like you
this rose is out of place.
