O, cloud, how you travel,
As slow as a thirsty camel,
And waft above morning breeze,
And above thirsty lands at ease
To watch cities drown in smog,
presents wrapped in yellow fog,
you migrate from wheels' squeals,
and strange music of morn and eve,
O, cloud that is migrating fast,
You are the first, the second and last,
To forsake the rice fields and valley,
With remorse, with urge to cry,
For a lone rose that wants to fly,
So spreads her aroma to your sky
To be consumed around gently,
To be left with her yellow dignity.
O, cloud the tutor of integrity;
The vying rose is eager to learn,
How wherever and whenever
You fall, Satisfying all longed for rain,
you glide to your mother
To the vast sea to reborn again,
Tell her, your mysteries are the same
To enjoy generous and eternal game.
A beautiful magic rose
hypnotized my eyes
I can't move them or close...
Among the flowers so far
I'm smelling it now
but i want its nectar..
It's harder little bit
to reach my magic rose
than to observe it...
I dream to have just two wings
and i know most of people
are dreaming to be kings...
I wish i were a bee
I can fly to my rose
that's all what i hope to be...
Stay in its heart and live there
leave all for one day
or eternity , i don't care ...
HAVE YOU SEEN THE AMERICAN ROSE?
WITH LIPS AS RED AS ROSE.
SHE'S GOT THE FACE TO SHAME A MODEL,
AND A BODY BUILT JUST TO MODEL.
HAVE YOU SEEN THE AMERICAN ROSE?
THAT STAR THAT WILL FOREVER RISE.
MANY A ROSE BLOOM WHEN SUMMER COMES.
BUT THE AMERICAN ROSE WILL BLOOM FOR ALL SEASON TO COME.
THOUGH A THOUSAND HAVE TIED HER KNOT.
AND A MILLION WISHES HER TO ROT.
I JUST WANT TO SEE HER SMILE,
AND DIE WITH A FACE FOREVER SMILING.
If we never speak again sorry I forgot to mention that this pain I contain is deeper than you can Imagine that's why I feel being with you just couldn't happen. Letting blood sucking leeches suck all the self love I needed left feeling weak scared to speak shivering in the darkness where I remain,like a snail in it's shell I stay but secretly I want to get away but to insecure and afraid you want to come to my rescue fix me but I won't let you because now the pain is seeping back through the creases all the hurt from the past has me truly believing that I'm not worthy of your attention and affection. Sorry to push you away to many bad recollections have become so guarded it's my protection I know you wonder why? about these tears I cry and all you want to do is dry my eyes help me kill the pain inside make me realize all that I am but I just won't let you, just can't Evan though your the perfect man I hope you understand. I know nobody's perfect but because I'm hurting I don't feel worth it, how could it be true if i don't feel beautiful enough for you? How could there be a happy future for us tomorrow if I am so full of sorrow? Behind the heavily guarded door that stays closed lies a damaged rose and the pain I contain is deeper than I imagined giving you a damaged rose couldn't happen.
Looking all around my garden,
seeing all my beautiful roses
if i had one one wish it would be that
i would wish to be rose so that one day
i could open up and accept you...
Easter is way more than just some earthly thing
It’s about the victory of our Savior and King
It marks for us a whole new beginning
Where we don’t have to worry about our constant sinning
For he destroyed our sin once and for all
Now we don’t have to worry when we fall
For when we do he will catch us for sure
He is always there, his love for us will always endure
Because he died and rose we are free
It’s all because how he suffered for us on that tree
But that’s not the end, there’s more to the story
On the third day he rose and he showed all of his glory
He conquered sin, Jesus is risen
And because of this our sins can be forgiven
Now in Him we have new life
And we can leave behind all our pain and strife
Because Jesus came and took that all away
And he threw it into hell where it’s going to stay
Sin is no longer our master, by Jesus it was defeated
And with that Jesus’ mission is finally completed
I love roses for they are so beautiful
At a wee time I was a rose
I have a rose that always blooms
I have two as a matter of fact
They are my world never dies in my heart never abandons me
I couldn't live without them for they are my roses
Her smile could light up the world if it ever crashed
In my moms heart there would be no hurt no poverty nothing that goes on in this world
She always protected me always shielded away which I grew to love
I would want my wee rose to see that as well
For my roses will always bloom in my heart in my mind in my soul they will never abandon
They will stay with my spirit and we will be three roses that always will bloom
Every season every second of the day and night
Cold sent shivers down his spine
His soul aching to be complete
Quenching his thirst with blood he calls wine
Thuds of his heart on the street
Just for tonight his mask no longer worn
Winter sympathizing his state
For he was pricked by a thorn
A thorn that belonged to his dearest rose
A rose he no longer held
Mind wandering to the time he found solace
In the arms of his rose he lays
Her porcelain face still lingers in mind
Flashing eyes in anger as he betrayed
Eyes of eternity will never leave him
His solitary ground no longer steadied him
Forever wandering with no comfort
With no hope, no tears left to dry
Heavens above heard his cries
Finally joining in sadness
Wind blew sending shivers through him
Surrendering he waits for winters solace
I remember the way it felt
with my head on your chest
I could feel your heart beating
through my body
The way you moved
One day it stopped
it just went away
You were the bad guy
and I was the rose
All I had to say was good
Even tho you was the bad guy
and I was the rose
If the liquor that you're
Makes you start to think
You want what we had before
and you change your mind
And come to my front door
ill be waiting at the peep hole
You got the kee to my heart
Cause I can't stop loving you
I was ment for you
I keep all the memories
The good and the bad
Just keeps the hope alive
For the bad guy and the rose
Why don't you want me to love
Remains a mystery
Like why you and me are
Can't believe you don't miss me
It destroys me
Can't believe the bad guy is
and the rose dies
The dread black rose has such dark meaning to it.
It can never find a way to a heart .
The Thorns are deadly t all who touch and hold .
The Black pedals on that on the rose show pain and suffering and loss .
A Creation of such darkness such Agony and Despite in it .
How does a person turn such a creation a Black Rose into a Red Rose .
The Black Rose of Love is heart ache , pain , hatred for your love of people and things .
For that is the Black rose of love
Stay away from the Black Rose of Love.
ye mwana awulira,
atya bazadde be,
ye mwana gw'emanyi,
ey 'eyisa ng'omuntu,
omwana ow'empisa atya bazadde be.
Jenifer Rose nze mw'ewunya!
Gwe buza maama we,
akubulire ky 'amanyi
ku mwana ow'essanyu,
Jenifer Rose mubutufu y 'asinga!
Katherine Stella yakola nyo omulimu,
okuyamba omwana we,
Naye ate ffe?
THE TRANSLATION OF THE ABOVE.
THE TITTLE: THE CHILD OF JOY
The child of joy,
she's having a humble life,
she respects her parents,
and those above her.
she's the child i know,
behave like a human,
a disciplined child respects her parents
at her young age.
I don't just praise her,
but really a humble girl,
on the road and home.
Jenifer Rose i wonder about her!
You ask her mum,
she will tell you the truth,
about a child of joy,
who makes others happy.
Jenifer Rose really she's great!
she did a good job,
to help her child to grow at peace.
What about us?