Oh, sweet and beautiful rose,
covered in thy thorns,
black as night and cold as ice,
yet pure as a mountain stream.
...
Thank you for the pain
you have given me.
You set me up
just so you can tear me down.
...
People like to see the world
as if it were black and white.
All they want is more money
and very big diamond rings.
...
Black Rose
Oh, sweet and beautiful rose,
covered in thy thorns,
black as night and cold as ice,
yet pure as a mountain stream.
Your Black Pedals,
and stem, barbed,
hide a sweet secret.
Outside you are black'
black and bitter.
Inside you are white,
white and sweet.