Well, ma, I'll tell you:
Life for me is gonna be like a bundle of roses.
Sometimes my thorns will hurt people, sometimes I'll be down, sometimes people will look at my beauty, outside and in.
I'll grow and thrive with the care I'm given.
Sunlight and water I take in.
Some days will be good, my colors will be vibrant and pure.
But some day's will be bad, dryin' up an witherin' off my stem.
I'm still gonna be growin' and fightin' 'till i can't no more, ma, i promise you that.
An life for me is gonna be like a bundle of roses, i promise you that.
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