I am a grayed rose in a black and white world; afloat on a pond of serenity and solitude. My petals, drifting aimlessly about the cold; a part of me stays everywhere I lurk. My leaves; a reminder of what raised me up, I keep close to my parts. My thorns, disentangled from my soul; I let flow along the stream of the old. My roots, my source of power; I can no longer hold on to. But withal the blows of change and time, I shall be firmer than oak, And bear on blooming and burst forth Colors and beauty and the scent of love Out in the open, out in the wild; Out in the earth of torment and beguiling eyes, And shan't wither under any weather. I am a grayed rose in a black and white world; Slowly reviving all the life that I lost.