It's a shard of ice
Inside a small, innocent red rose
Harmless, in a way
Harmful, in a way
It's a shard of iron
Inside a small, innocent red rose
Tearing it bit by bit
Protecting it bit by bit
It's a spark of fire
Inside a small, innocent red rose
Warming up the icy nights
Burning up the hot days
It's a drop of water
Kept inside
Shielded from the air
None to take it away
Yet still the water drops
To unknown bottom
Too deep to look
Too dark to discover
None to take it back
Yet still the water drops
-Naytica-
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