Rambling Rose

You live for empty pleasures They fade through each new song, I finally see the big picture You were weak, not strong. I was young looking for guidance Impressionable and quite rare, But wolves in sheep's clothing Can't love, for their lives are barely there. Weeds grow in anything But rambling roses grow on vines, Their thorns protect all that’s around Guarding their gates from the intruding kind. All you were was temporary A stumbling block for the time, But what’s a mountain in your way After you decide to climb. I was young looking for guidance, Impressionable and quite rare, But wolves in sheep's clothing can't love, for their lives are barely there. They can never destroy a rambling rose For they are made strategically rare They can never blossom or unfold For their lives were never there. By: Sabina Nicole Written: 7-11-12