Rose

Smiles can conceal the sorrow behind those crystal glass eyes.

And if they only knew all those nights you cried.

Like a rose with morning dew, the vapor runs down the stem and so do the tears make rivers on you.

But as the sky begins to clear, a slice of golden light tickles the petals of fear.

All the wilted flowers of different beauty, see the sun dipped ray.

The world seems to spin on a new axis.

But some how, just like the rose, you are still crying.

And I see it everyday. 

Just wishing for a hand to hold to get you along the right way. 

And as the gardener pulls out the weeds  from his garden, so must you...

To have the water of new redemption flood over you...

And feel your heart soften as you let go...

But you must know, that your garden should be rid and cut down of the things that the soil holds close.

But hold on to things that make you whole.

Just as the rose has its thorns, it still grows.

Grow, my little rose.

Grow.