For Every Rose
For every rose that dies, another one grows.
As one heart does mend, another one unsews.
For everyone who laughs, another will cry.
As one baby lives, another will die,
The world carries on.
Why? No-one really knows.
But for every rose that dies, another one grows.
Copyright © Autumn Bell | Year Posted 2016
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