65 Roses I asked my parents for a rose They gave me sixty five With spines like a knife Sharp to steal my life Oh, I can barely thrive But keen to stay alive. Should I've taken from they Or is this the life's way? Its a nightmare to be fair A journey to nowhere But many have a share And show no despair True it'll still be there But to face it, I'll dare By time roses may decay But when no one can say. By: Rami Najjar I know its very amateur but it came to my mind and i thought to write it down. Thanks.