A fiery crimson façade
Held high on a slender green pedestal
A drop of dew amplifies its meaning

Streaming down the fragile surface
Lovely, yet still burdened and mysterious
The fragile mask soon breaks

Soon every fear will be unleashed
Open for the world to see,
That every rose has its thorns

In time that fractured mask will be mended
To fool others, but the reflection still shows
Holding allegiance, to the true feelings behind it

That fiery crimson façade
That is held high on a slender emerald pedestal, no one notices
As that single drop of dew, amplifies its meaning