A rose doesnt surrender
Until the day it mourns
Youre oppressive but tender
Like flowers grown with thorns
There will be winds you dont know
And the rain may pour
But in time your roots grow
And with mine you have more
If picked from a forest
i believe youd still flourish
For every second that passes your spirit surpasses
When your clouds begin to cry
I pray you pay it no mind
behind every grey sky
There is a light you will find
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
A rose doesnt surrender
Until the day it mourns
Youre oppressive but tender
Like flowers grown with thorns
There will be winds you dont know
And the rain may pour
But in time your roots grow
And with mine you have more
If picked from a forest
i believe youd still flourish
For every second that passes your spirit surpasses
When your clouds begin to cry
I pray you pay it no mind
behind every grey sky
There is a light you will find
