The Rose

The rose is climbing on the wall
reaching for the sun.
The rain is falling on the wall,
the waters on the run.
The rose attached to the wall
as firmly as it can.
Not strong enough the rose lets go
just reaching for a hand.
The wall just stares, the rose then falls
desperately searching for ground.
Keeps falling falling falling,
just keeps spinning around.
Can't help the way it feels,
it just got to attached.
It shrivels up all alone
still loving the one it's grown to know.
It let him down, it's just not fair,
In love and war you must beware.