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A Rose Journey by ninja

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A Rose Journey

hard rock

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She’s a rose pushing up through dust and broken glass, Thorns wrapped tight around the past she’ll never let pass.
She’s a rose pushing up through dust and broken glass, Thorns wrapped tight around the past she’ll never let pass.
She wakes before the dawn, cracks open the sky, Ashes in her coffee cup, silent battle cry.
Worn boots on cracked sidewalks, memories dug deep,
Fires fought in quiet rooms, her shadows never sleep.
Every bruise beneath her skin, a story never told,
But in the coldest winter night, a new fight starts to hold.
She’s a rose pushing up through dust and broken glass,
Thorns wrapped tight around the past she’ll never let pass.
Blooming wild, in the storms that raged and rolled,
Her petals soaked in battles, her heart forged gold.
Midnight whispers in the street, her demons call her name,
But she trades her scars for sunrise, no longer plays the game.
Hands trembling but steady now, reaching for the light,
A mother’s love fierce enough to break the hardest night.
Every drop of rain she’s felt was water for her roots,
Turning pain into power, roots deep in truths.
She’s a rose pushing up through dust and broken glass,
Thorns wrapped tight around the past she’ll never let pass.
Blooming wild, in the storms that raged and rolled,
Her petals soaked in battles, her heart forged gold.
Not perfect cracked, a fire cracker in bloom,
Every scar a mark of wars, fought in every room.
She stands and screams a silent song she never could before,
A garden grown where nothing lived before.
She’s a rose pushing up through dust and broken glass,
Thorns wrapped tight around the past she’ll never let pass.
Blooming wild, in the storms that raged and rolled,
Her petals soaked in battles, her heart forged gold.
Cold coffee bruised knees, morning’s quiet call,
In the garden of survival she’s conquered all.