Dear Blood Stained Black Rose,
Disasters seem to strike with many hard blows,
You seem so beaten, battered, and wilted,
But you won't let life leave you tilted,
You don't let life define you,
Instead you bud in the winter and defy nature too,
You press in the snow when the nights grow cold,
You only grow stronger and hold faster as you grow old,
Dear Blood Stained Black Rose you left a lot behind,
It hurts my soul and strains my mind,
As i realize how fierce the storms you face are,
But you still shine bright like the finest star,
Your petals bloom into a beautiful flower,
You give all the credit to the Lord who gave you the power,
Seemingly dead at first i hold my breath,
I am glad you realized life has more hope than death.