I have a rose powerful and true
She is not red but sometimes is blue
Some petals are withered need to be felled
But my rose wont let go she holds on instead

Overcrowded with past and present that is
She cant find the strength that has brought her to this
She needs my protection but wont dye if I dont
She is surviving alone in a garden full of hope

If water is not given and light is not shed
My rose is not living my rose is not dead
You are not really mine this I do know
But I want to help you to flower and grow

Be it on your own or be it with me
I am just another flower that can help you to seed
Stay pretty my rose be true to yourself
Good friendship is precious of this have no doubt

I have one request that i must ask
Be open to wisdom for it might just pass
I speak from the heart believe it to be true
My love for you is eternal
My rose not red nor blue