Life's fatal attraction

Please give me a window,
i hunger for the sun
How can i grow in this dark Gray cell
 with metal barricades blocking the nutrients from the light?
Everyday that pass i lose a petal to the dirt
Yet my thorns continue to grow
If I could just hear the birds sing to me my rosey color would return from the blush of love. It seems Ive succumbed to wishing on flying stars however for
you take away the songs of god creations then replace them with walls from your rejected beings.
Who can love a Rose that is dying, the fading of color no longer appealing.
Im withering yet my thorns continue to grow. Sharper and sharper it becomes trying to protect the rest of it's life line.
I fear they will grow until the beauty of my petals fade away and the thorns will only be protecting it memories,
 a time where a person wouldnt even notice my shield of the thorns nor the prick of the finger just to place me in to their hands to brighten the day
Place me in to the vase of love, refresh my soul with the waters of hope and cut away my thorns, so i can be held
Please give me a window
I hunger for the sun, i thirst for growth.
 For my petals are falling to the dirt but my thorns continue to grow