If I had a rose for every child or somebody that died...


I’d have a thousand


I’d have millions including the ones that didn't make it


These roses are for you


To the babies that didn’t know their fathers


To the mothers that made the sacrifices


To the ones we call heroes and the fallen


To the druggies and drug dealers


To the ones without hope


To the ones who can’t cope


To the ones that didn’t get to wake up anymore

To the ones that were born still

To the ones that had their heart broken from love

But the roses go to the ones with the hearts beating on nothing but blood


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