I'm the Rose,
If my thorns intimidate you
You don't deserve my beauty
And he who dares not grasp the thorns
Shall never crave the rose
So, don't crave the rose
If you can not handle the thorns
I will wait, as will the other roses
For we just have to find the one
That's willing to bleed for us
End every rose has her thorns
My thorns are sharp
Because God knows
Beauty always faces dangers
So He created thorns
To protect our beauty
From the evil hands
And know, that
A rose speaks of love
Silently in a language
Only known to the heart
Following
