A Single White Rose
Troubles in life, they stab like a knife, piercing a by-standing soul.
The anger and wrath that’s set on your path gives darkness, and within you behold.
Tears through fear when you’ve lost and your gear hasn’t changed, be meek and be whole.
The fire within that won’t shake, flee, or bend is a start of a spiritual soul.
Fire to forge or destroy in your life. You choose your path and your home.
When evil is present you walk in the desert. No love? Then you move alone.
If you see what you see then why don’t you dig deep? Encourage your spirit to glow.
If your flesh is troubled then your spirit is growing for elevation after the triumph is old.
Make matters meet more miracles. Mending must mutate major molds.
If you go through the fire you will come out refined. Pure in spirit like a single white rose.
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