Sometimes you come upon a unpicked wild rose br And sometimes you come upon people br Who are beautiful like an unpicked wild rose br br There so beautiful and smell so great br But somehow seem much more beautiful br Every time you look at them br br And when you come upon a rose that's unpicked br You can't help but want to cut the rose off br And carry it around and show it off br br We all know roses have thorns on them br But there so beautiful that you br Must have one for your own br br So you try and cut a rose off br And get pricked on your finger br You bleed but you still keep trying br br After you get the rose br You run home br To show it off br br You eventually get a band-aid to cover the prick br Where the rose bit you br After you take the band-aid off you see the scar br br It eventually goes away in time br But you will always remember br Where the rose bit you br But it doesn't stop you br From trying to get another br Beautiful rosebr br Beth Annbr br