Nosy from the moment it was born
Naïve it was, unknown was rose’s thorn
Everything was queer and it was charmed
Never was it of any peril alarmed
But devils had their dark plan
They laughed wicked, the entire clan
The rose which the child had trusted much
Hurt it alas when it gently tried to touch
Demons chased the child till dark
Lost it was, so was life’s spark
The child within the man vanished
Like a soul departs a body tarnished
Far away in a dark haven
It peeps in a mirror with tears
Through the eyes of an inhuman man
That it has become over the years
Ego haunts the man too stern
Shackled within him the child shall never return
Once innocent, careless, and bright
Now lays dusty, rotten, and full of fright
