Red is the colour
Of love and desire
A colour of passion
That is meant to inspire

When I return
I will bear a single red rose
To stand for the passion
The desire
That I have found

I will hold it's stem tight
In the palm of my hand
To stand for the love
The compassion
The joy
That I have finally found

But also to stand
For what I have endured
Years of being pushed away
Interrupted
Ignored

Years of being angry

Because when I return
I will give you the rose
As blood drips from my hand
Because every rose
Has its thorns