The Rose

May 11, 2011
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In Society I fall
In my conscience I rise.
When they look,
they see the fire in my eyes,
The pain in my heart,
The blood I give,
The tears I cry.
The things they say
only push me to thrive

To them I am a failure
To me I have achieved.
When I look in the mirror,
I am a rose.
I shine,
I've shone.
Why do they not see the pain
inside of me, the beauty?
Why do they not see?

How come I see a rose?
How come I believe?
Is it just me,
or are there others who believe, who believe in me?
I pray
I pray
I pray

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