If I had a rose for every child or somebody that died...

I’d have a thousand

I’d have millions including the ones that didn't make it

These roses are for you

To the babies that didn’t know their fathers

To the mothers that made the sacrifices

To the ones we call heroes and the fallen

To the druggies and drug dealers

To the ones without hope

To the ones who can’t cope

To the ones that didn’t get to wake up anymore

To the ones that were born still

To the ones that had their heart broken from love

But the roses go to the ones with the hearts beating on nothing but blood