:{Insp. by Kiss From a Rose by Seal.}:
When the bud blooms
Though among the darkened sky
It has yet to receive what it requires to live
The day shows
The bloom lifts its weary head
When shown the sunlight, the bloom grew
Yet with all beauty
Comes flaws, yet
The thorns came, unexpected
Yet required, of such astonishment
With every rose's thorns comes the beautiful, beautiful blossom
It wasn't long before thy beauty was ruined
Taken from its roots,
The rose, beheaded
Dim lights shone through
Suddenly placed on cold, white keys
They moved.
The rose's pain, diminished
As soon, twas sang,
'A kiss from a rose'
