Oh Rose
Upon the light
I watch thee grow
But is it enough tonight?
I hold thy mirror
For tis beautiful
But will thee be bright tonight?
Or, oh Rose will someone stomp thee down
And hurt thee so?
Please, remain strong and bright tonight?
For tis impossible
Someone so cruel, who is supposed to love thee
Hurt thee and remain tis not to be seen
And "hurt thyself", thee have been
