In My Heart Grows A Rose.

 

 

 

 

In my heart grows a rose without thorns,




for it can not survive in this world without defense I must

 

hide it close to my bosom and let it's delicate petals not be left unguarded.




It is a rose that has grown

 

from concrete.




Watered by hidden tears, it is a heavy rose and old beyond it's years.




Let me cast it

 

upon a sea of souls as my final fair well for I loved you all behind my hardened shell.

 

by, Andrew Soldier.