maybe you are wondering why this is version 2, that's because i wrote its first version long ago which i liked more. but sadly i lost the notebook in which i wrote it. so i tried to rewrite it and this is it. :
When the rose has withered and died
no more beauty and glory
its once proud petals will fall to the ground and be eaten by the dirt once underneath its story
when the rose has withered and died
no more strength and decisiveness
it's sturdy thorns will dry up and be blown by the wind in sadness
when the rose has withered and died
no more majesty and pride
its evergreen stem will pay homage to the soil once its slave untied
when the rose has withered and died
all its masks will be blown, true colors would be shown
when the rose has withered and died
When the rose has withered and died
no more beauty and glory
its once proud petals will fall to the ground and be eaten by the dirt once underneath its story
when the rose has withered and died
no more strength and decisiveness
it's sturdy thorns will dry up and be blown by the wind in sadness
when the rose has withered and died
no more majesty and pride
its evergreen stem will pay homage to the soil once its slave untied
when the rose has withered and died
all its masks will be blown, true colors would be shown
when the rose has withered and died
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