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The Blackest Rose

The blackest rose  
can still smell sweet  
although she's fallen  
in the gutter  
and been trampled by his feet  
  
Her darkest hour  
was wishing she's not born  
but for every storm  
an end  
and every night a dawn  
  
The blackest rose    
can learn to dry her tears  
stop them streaming    
from her eyes  
and brush aside her fears  
  
She can throw away  
that knife  
and always keep control  
for the blackest rose  
shines in her soul  
the blackest rose  
shines in her soul  
  
I pray that soon    
she will turn and walk away  
the Devil left her  
by that road  
but she'll stand tall one day  
  
The blackest rose  
has everything she needs  
if she listens to her heart  
not those cuts  
that make her bleed  
  
Her only truth    
is the one that shines inside  
and cause we all make  
mistakes  
she can hold her head up high  
  
It lights her soul  
the blackest rose  
the blackest rose  
  
She can throw away  
that knife  
and always take control  
For the blackest rose  
shines in her soul  
  
The blackest rose  
shines in her soul  
the blackest rose
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 14th Jul 2012
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