One petal left— But the rose doesn’t cry. On petal left— Yet the rose still try’s. One petal left— But color still radiates. Hope is what powers, The rose, No matter the fate.
One breath, At a time. One memory, At a time. One word, At a time. That all I need— To keep going. I just need to try, For one at a time. Till I can love myself, Not leaving myself behind.
Tell me your secrets Tell me your sorrow All of your regrets Your dreams of tomorrow If I asked you to stay What would you say Would you tell me right away Or make it a game we play