Bleeding Rose…
A rose, who is loved by many…
A rose, that has torns of pain and hate...
A rose, that love can create...
A rose, of pain and love...
A rose, that is in my heart for thousand years...
A rose, that came in my heaven, above...
A rose, who is red every time...
A rose, that shines...
A rose, that never bleeds...
A rose, that had done many good deeds...
A rose, who is red every time...
Only when its crushed and hurt...
It will turn black and die slowely...
And the ashes of the rose fades away...
It will go than, one way...
Dying,
Hurted,
The rose goes to heaven, above...
And it will make on earth no love...
The rose who whas in my head and heart...
That rose is called:..
Bleeding Rose.