Brought forth from the womb
A fresh new rose in the garden
Plucked and thrust into a new world
Everything is new and strange
Through the eyes of a chlid
As we grow our innocence can fade
We must have faith
For with courage and hope
Our innocence perhaps may not wilt
Unlike the rose
Whose destiny is all too clear
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