As the night creeps in under the stars,
There she goes sleeping with scars.
While she sleeps, the wind came slowly,
Brushed her cheeks and took her sanity.
And in her dream there stands a Man.
They danced all night; then it all began...

She is a rose
Hidden, protected, and fragile
I'll tell you what I know about her, so listen for a while.
This rose that I speak of likes to be all by herself.
You can always see her reading all the books on the shelf.
Feeling like the darkest shade of blue,
Yet you can still see her showing a genuine smile at you.
I wonder if she knows that she is loved,
Most especially by the Almighty God above.
I wonder if she knows that she is enough,
I can see that she is strong when life is tough.
Then this Man came and told her what she needs to know,
"My child, My rose, you are a flower that needs to grow."