Pure, vulnerable as it used to be,
Where sweet fragrance rushing to meet by a bee
White rose covered with insects and grin,
Where petals turn to a twain
White rose in the garden insist,
To plea the freedom that exist
White rose where have you been?
You're fragrance lost as it was been
Get up yourself away from that place,
Let not yourself be covered with disgrace
White rose left alone in the garden,
Nurse yourself they'll be back then
White rose in the garden had plea,
To move forward with thee
White rose their ...