A rose for sure is sweet to smell and sweet to look at too
And though this flower seems so great, sharp thorns are its gifts to you
This too can be seen in life, as all people have poisons alike
This matters not, but what does matter is the love not given in spite

All things alive have dark-sides, and all people have a hidden life
These things are common, and still it seems that secrets give nothing but strife
The love of a close one is far greater than the largest gem
And though it?s true that trust is broken, forgiveness must be given to them

Though a flower blossoms and blooms, so too does it fade and die
In this same manner are our lives lived, but the lives not of the shy
In steadfast grief and great despair are the lives of those that are hidden
For to these people no love is shared and indeed no praise is given

A flower that?s bloomed can by all means be seen by those far and near
In this way too can all people be seen that give love to all with cheer
And so farewell to all my fears, great troubles and despair
For now I journey through this great life with peace, love and care.