A rose striving to bloom in a garden full of thorns and thistles
Chocking off its life
It hangs it head
While watching each of its petals fall
The sun can no longer break through 
The gray mist that hovers above
The air is pungent from the carcases
That lay near
A rose of beauty so delicate
Smells of sweetness
It's all in vain
No one will ever see its lovliness
Breathe in its fragrance
No one will behold its grace
No one will miss it; it's just another
Flower gone
Swallowed up in a bed of evil
To weak to fight for the right to belong
It hangs its head in defeat
As the last petal falls