Rose, harsh rose
Are you calling me?
I did not wait all these years
For you to call me pretty
But I did not hold back my tears
For you to get it wrong
I've stood here for years, and my face
Isn't anything new
Now I look in the cracked mirror
Provided by you
That wouldn't paint me as sweet,
Like the garden I might have missed
But it's not for me
You are caught up in my drift
Like a victim of circumstance,
Hardened in a leaf
Must you be kind,
For me to be lovely?
Lift me out of the sand
For me to be happy?
If there's something so sweet there it lures
Tell me, why I'm known
As a waste of beauty?
"Rose, harsh rose"
Is what he calls me
Gazed upon, by everyone
But only the sea
Could host me forever.
Are you calling me?
I did not wait all these years
For you to call me pretty
But I did not hold back my tears
For you to get it wrong
I've stood here for years, and my face
Isn't anything new
Now I look in the cracked mirror
Provided by you
That wouldn't paint me as sweet,
Like the garden I might have missed
But it's not for me
You are caught up in my drift
Like a victim of circumstance,
Hardened in a leaf
Must you be kind,
For me to be lovely?
Lift me out of the sand
For me to be happy?
If there's something so sweet there it lures
Tell me, why I'm known
As a waste of beauty?
"Rose, harsh rose"
Is what he calls me
Gazed upon, by everyone
But only the sea
Could host me forever.
( Hannah Gira )
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