One life-a rose was given They claimed one was better than seven One time it would grow and one it would die Sucking the life from each cloud's cry But even the rose has it's thorns Immersed in sorrow it is scorned As nature only sees imperfections Thorns hide the beauty in transgressions What must a world be that cannot see The life of a rose so carelessly For amongst the rest A rose we mustn't detest As it finds it's way by the sun Because one is better than none.