I was once a pretty rose
In what I thought was a field of daisies
I used to see the peace and harmony of the future that was yet to bloom
Once upon a time I saw vibrant gardens full of potential
Now, now I see darkness
I've began to whither and how quick the days pass
My thorns have been stolen, I am my sole protector
I simply won a battle but never the war
I'm wilting, quickly
Yet nobody tries to save me
