Rose

So many wounds and scrapes on this soul

Memories of fight times

I wrote my novel on my spirit

With scars and pain

Proud to carry these signs as a flag to wave

Who knows if one day someone will tell our tales

Where there are no heroes and absolutely no faith

Absolutely no faith

Like roses that want to be born

We flail in the ground to emerge from our borders

Spinning in a circle of death and birth

Where some of us is a stillbirth

Suffering life is a curse

Others wander aimless and vacuous

And I'm still here

Without knowing what to do

Escape to find a refuge

Take my place in a world where I don't feel I belong

What will you do when your mind becomes your prison

Crushed by the weight of your visions

Hope has disappeared and fear reigns supreme

What will you do when your mind becomes your prison

Crushed by the weight of your visions

Hope has disappeared and you can't take any decisions

Hold on to an anchor to weather the storm

Our time is yet to come

Our time is yet to come

Because we're roses that want to be born

We flail in the ground to emerge from our limits

Spinning in a circle of death and birth

Where some of us are reborn

Ready to bloom

Now take your place and forge your own doom

We are still here without knowing what to do

(Without knowing what to do)

But no longer prisoners of this gloom