Life is not a bed of roses.Life is not a bed of throns.

But it is complied of both-As days are of nights and morns.

If u share a smile rare,There also waits a salty tear.

Pleasure or pain,loss or gain,Both should bring u cheer.

Death comes and drives u away.Fear not;u cannt be driven away.

Ur songs will echo for faithful hearts.Last forever,ever bright and gay.