Little red rose, you grew so fast…Everyone knows, you’re not your past. You rose above the thorns of hurt, and made the best from your roots of dirt. You grew right through the toughest earth, because you knew your very worth. Now reborn, with all your thorns that make you who you are. Made in the image of stars, Shining light on the world below.
You are here for a reason you know. Listen close now, listen here…I’ve seen you cry, every little tear. But there is one thing you must know…And there are seeds that you must sew. For you are the rose that brings love to the world. When you open your heart like a shell to the pearl.