Black Rose
I cannot be the red rose
But even a black rose is admired
If that is true,
The worth will be realized someday
Owing to the patience held to be understood
If not today, it will happen one day
The End of Search
Behind those closed doors, I can feel myself,
Behind the loud music raging in my ears I can still feel myself
Beneath that quilt, I can sense myself
Under the layers of these clothes, It is me
As I went deep inside myself to my heart It was you
Watching myself throughout the day,
It is you who I came to in the last.
That is where my search ends.
Behind the loud music raging in my ears I can still feel myself
Beneath that quilt, I can sense myself
Under the layers of these clothes, It is me
As I went deep inside myself to my heart It was you
Watching myself throughout the day,
It is you who I came to in the last.
That is where my search ends.
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