The new roses shine so bright

With the early morning dew.

Teardrops from the frightful night

Have painted the roses blue.

The shadow of the night is gone

And here lies this delicate rose,

Glorious as the breaking dawn,

Oh just look at how it glows!

It pains me to touch the thorns,

And yet my hand draws nearer.

Through all this sadness I mourn.

Now it’s all becoming clearer.

It’s just a fanciful flower,

Wearing a brilliant disguise.

My soul it tried to devour

and I fell for it’s beautiful lies.

The child of suffering and of pain,

The rose always catches my eye.

I don’t know why; I can’t explain,

But it makes me want to die.

One day has come and gone away

And now the color has faded.

Not blue anymore; just dull gray,

It’s appearance is now jaded.

The rose was the cause of my pain,

Yet I’m lost without it in my world.

And thus on all these days of rain

The whole earth seems to be swirled.