Lively Rose

Sitting there hopeless
you look back to the dark sun
seeing the dead rose
fade away like dust in the wind,

You walk away from the moments
that could only make you happier
and greet the moments
that could only make you worse,

Telling yourself life will end
it drags on longer
and the end becomes unfamiliar
seeing the past one again,

You look back and the rose is there
having a touching feeling
it once again disappears
in the wind that you know,

And you look at hell as a home
and heaven as a jail
because hope is the bully
and fear is the friend,

Like a sheet with holes
letting the cold in and heat out
showing that hope left you
and welcomed death,

Once more you look back
the rose there once more
but doesnt leave this time
as you pick it out of the ground,

It gains life from your hands
only getting bigger
showing hope in your eyes
and no death nor lies,

This rose resembles your life
dead in the beginning
and hope in the end
showing the journey you wish to begin.