• A rose's defense is it's thornes
    The defence against the weeds that surround
    Without it's companion, rose, it mourns
    It frightenly but calmly looks around

    In wet and dark environment searching
    As a miner searches for hidden gold
    As a scientist does its researching
    But for now, it suffers with all the cold

    Waiting, anticipating for some sun
    A bright ray of sun could be healing
    Could be healing like love heals everyone
    Dont want to be sad, that sinking feeling

    Look! The clouds go away, the sun came out
    Joy in my petals, no reason to pout