My Rose

A tear for every friend astray, a smile for each memory found.
A petal for every tear shead, for every flower lost and found
Withers in darkness, shines in light, my flower stronger and bright.

Pillows wet and faces dry for the night brings sorrow and day brings strain, eyes are closed, but thy heart is open, lips are sealed but thou heart still listens, What is there cannot be found, for every beat there is a sound. For every sound there is a cry, what is there can still be found.

They are there, but they are not, their pain a whistle, silent but soft.
Soft the winds, tough the stem, but yet another petal perish.
Under the velvet snow it falls, what does it matter? nothing at all.
From me to you my flower shared, my feelings for you never dared.

The night has dawned, the day has bound, my stem was cut, my flower found to be lost again in an endless frown, cast down to my saddest gown, upon which i lay my head, for each tear drop makes a sound.

A brand new day, a brand new start, but night will come, the day is done the mask exhausted, a petal falls worn and exhausted.
My flower exasperated, diminish and downcast. For you i lay my stem humble and scared.