morsal
They will see your face in bloomAnd the night will be no moreThey know nothing about your doomThey see you still the way you've been beforeSo colourfulBut the poison deep inside has spread
My rose, you wither with prideYou wither in graceYou turn your face towards the lightYour leaves start to fallAgain you'll ariseAfter all
In broken chain you're laid outLike a floater at the shoreIn dead water you will sproutEven after they cut off your thornsDefenselessBut morale deep inside has spread
My rose, you wither with prideYou wither in graceYou turn your face towards the lightYour leaves start to fallAgain you'll ariseAfter all
My rose, you wither in grace
You wither with pride
Your leaves start to fall
But you keep your head up high...
My rose, you wither with prideYou wither in graceYou turn your face towards the lightYour leaves start to fallAgain you'll ariseAfter all
My rose, you wither in grace
You wither with pride
Your leaves start to fall
But you keep your head up high...