In the darkness of night, the once flower of despair grew wider then life.
Leaving pain and terror as she continued to grow.
So beautiful and deathly can such small creature create distruction just by hearing her voice.
They all fear her and wish for demised but the flower will not be cut down so easily.
Then comes fort, the elements of life.
Earth, crushing the flower with its strength.
Water, drowning the flower with its tears.
Wind, suffocating the flower with its air.
Fire, burning the flower with its heatness.
All aiming for her to fall and become nothing.
But they won't let it happen, those who love the precious flower would kill those hurt her petals.
Oh, flower, oh rose with your thorns so sharp which punctures anyone who dares to touch your soft petals.
Leaving pain and terror as she continued to grow.
So beautiful and deathly can such small creature create distruction just by hearing her voice.
They all fear her and wish for demised but the flower will not be cut down so easily.
Then comes fort, the elements of life.
Earth, crushing the flower with its strength.
Water, drowning the flower with its tears.
Wind, suffocating the flower with its air.
Fire, burning the flower with its heatness.
All aiming for her to fall and become nothing.
But they won't let it happen, those who love the precious flower would kill those hurt her petals.
Oh, flower, oh rose with your thorns so sharp which punctures anyone who dares to touch your soft petals.
