Every Rose Has a Thorn

Every rose has a thorn,

Of this please be warned.

The nicest people

Are not what they seem

Life can go great-

Until you wake from your dream.

Sweet little babies

Squeal and cry when they’re born,

Even the greatest pairs of jeans

Will get worn

Every soul, even if they’re not forlorn,

Once in a while will start to mourn.

And each and every rose has a thorn.

So be careful, and always heed

Because the most beautiful thing

Can make you bleed.