Beg and plea for sweet relief
But suffer in memory in bitter seas
Drown in your sorrow or feed from your tears
Allow the rose to repair its petals
Before the rose rots, it had to die
Live its life inside its own concrete
But its own roots, lifts its beauty above the breeze
Before the rose rots, it had to bloom
Not in soil but in the pavement we stomp on
From the drops of rain and urine from rats
Before the rose rots, it needs its will
Bloody thorns, chipped or intact,
Battles are fought for another day to take
Before the rose rots, it needs to breathe
From the polluted air, or through cracks in cement
Before the rose rots, it needs its spirit
So let it live
