Life- Bed Full of Roses and Thorns

Life is a bed Full of roses and thorns It’s a painful road laid Which is full of happiness and mourns Here we don’t find Happiness in every way Because it’s not a fairy tale kind Here we also find some who cry whole day When we try to pluck roses It’s common that we get hurt by its thorns Life is a photo with many poses Where we are only clowns Every person here dreams To live happily But there are horror screams Where we are stuck terribly It does not happen as we think Because it’s only about our fate Sometimes our ideas don’t link As it's never is too late.....