My life has never been a bed of roses,
For my life has more thorns than a single rose.
And I shall wilt away in the harsh sunlight of day.
My life has never been a bed of roses,
For my life is as damp the petals on a flower when it gets wet.
And it is as short as a single thorn on a rose.
My life has never been a bed of roses,
So what ever people may say there will come day that they will have to stay.
And the beauty on the outside does not count but it the beauty in the inside that matters.
