Standing on the sidewalk
Listening to people talk
Life won’t stand still
It goes downhill
I know a rose has thorns
Felt them since I was born
Falling petals
Waning fettle
My friend, please stop laughing
Can’t you be understanding?
No, it’s nothing
Heart still bleeding
The long road through the sand
Where the air is dry and bland
Can’t I stay here?
Are you sure, dear?
Some wounds begin to scar
The wind takes petals far
Thorns on a stem
I still feel them
My friend, I have to go
Maybe one day you’ll know
All the small things
I was hurting

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