I'm a rose in my mother's hand
I prick her with my thorns,
I broke her down to nothing still...
She sees through all my scorns.
Mommy, I'm sorry, I love you.
Please don't break my stem,
I didn't mean to make you bleed.
I promise, I won't become like them.
Them being the weeds,
Whos existance are a flaw.
I want to be a rose,
As pretty as them all.
Mommy I'm a rose,
Maybe even black,
Mommy please forgive me,
I want your loving back.
I know we seem distant,
But we live in the same home.
Mommy don't forget,
You'll never be alone.
Mommy I'm still here.
I just got lost one day.
Mommy, look I'm back.
I'll never go away.
I'm a rose in my mother's hand,
But with thorns none the less.
But in my mother's hand,
She'll only give her best.
