Rose

She’s not elegant,
She’s not refind
But hanging from your windowsill,
She is calling me in
Taking me,
Calling me in
I have only rose
Is that enough to Prove my decoration?
Leaving my burdens behind
she kept taking me in
taking me,
taking me in
Rose,
Rose,
Rose,
Small thorns, they grind
Soon to leave the sky
Will she always Trust my kind
Keep on taking me in
Taking me,
taking me in
My mind’s made
I am prepared to lose
My concentration
Leaving all my fears behind
I kept taking her in
taking her,
taking her in
Rose,
Rose,
Rose
Rose,
Rose
Hmm