A rose—waiting for the light, to bloom through endless night. days drift and pass by, yet your ray never comes across the sky. Beautiful rose, watch alone from above, lost in clouds that hide all love. hoping you'll come one day, but hope itself just fades away. The wind then touches near, tearing petals—scattering its fear. one by one they fall apart, leaving only a broken heart. Roots remain, abandoned, bare, with no light, no tender care. silent shadows claim the ground, where no more beauty can be found. until nothing is left but abandoned roots remain, with no light, no life to reclaim. silent shadows hold the ground, where no more beauty can be found.