Ring a lot of roses

Ring a lot of roses,

Around a million horses,

They can fly,

And they're trying

But they're chained to the ground,


Give some credit, to that candle,

It burns away to glory,

It lights up,

The world for you,

Though it knows it's dying,


Shed a tear for the moon,

You can see her only when it's night,

Surrounded by,

The dark skies,

She still keeps a bright face,


Watch the butterfly who failed

To burst out of the cocoon,

Her wings lie broken,

On the ground,

But at least she struggled for freedom,


Know the world sings a song,

That tells us to keep trying,

If we give up,

And admit defeat,

We may just keep dreaming.

The End

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