Park Next to Roses
It was my first ride, When I looked deep inside, To find what most hide, Trapped in self centered pride, That it wasn't me that couldn't see, But it is our generation fighting the enemy, We lost with no integrity, No "Bread" in the belly, Schools are empty, Prisons serve plenty, With Psychological minds drifting, Away from the foundation of legends that were lifting, But it was only my first ride and we parked next to the roses "I park next to those roses/ The rose was so sweet and she talked to me, I park next to those roses/ I think she really knew what she did for me!" A true rose knows its color, Born red for a lover, Shades to its surrounding when it's undercover, When truth sets in to say, "Hide no more!" Cause my surroundings are for now, while there is more to explore, Searching to help others is what we really look for, Cause I'm that reason that we really fight more, We can love each other if we hear these tears cry more, Especially when the poor knock on Rich's door, But it was my first ride and we learn from those roses "I park next to those roses/ The rose was so sweet and she talked to me, I park next to those roses/ I think she really knew what she did for me When Rosa was a rose that was sent to me!" Christopher P.