My White Rose
A heart was meant to give
Unconditionally, without fear
But the world sets in
And the soul makes trades
The Spirit stands by
Saddened as winter trees
Powerless to stop the regression
Knowing the season must pass
Hardness sets in
Warmth to cold
Self-protection as the means and the ends
But the wind blows through all
In the valley and desert
The oil still flows with power