The Rose

[Guest penumbra]

The thorn grows on a rose stem

As the reef breaks the wave beneath the water

And blood feeds the dirt where the dead would lay

From wars fought meant to bring peace to all

But from tears fallen sprouts sorrow on the lover’s cheek.

And blood feeds the dirt where the thorn did prick

As the reef breaks the wave beneath the water

The wars will grow on a rose stem

[Guest miss kindheart]

No one knows

Except the rose

What helps it grow

Only it cold know

Like tiny little horns

We call them thorns

Protection they must be

For otherwise wouldn't we

Pluck the tiny flower

Take it's life force power

So let it be alone

Sitting on it's throne

Let it have it's power

The Queen of all the flower

<<<< hug >>>>

vanna