Breath Taking

The rose that manage to grow from something so ugly is just breath taking To sit there and stare at something so beautiful making sure nothing harms it Or damage its bright green petals to watch something thats surrounded by the blood and death of our Hands and still come out pure and clean is breath taking To just touch it and wash your dirty hands free of the hurt you feel Free of the insane you feel To just wash your dirty hands free To see the rose open its beauty apond us and grace us in it to feel the tears race down my pain struck face and be rid of the sorrow once my eyes fell apond it Its just breath taking To hear the rose sing out To tell me Your long sorrow road is at its end To wash your hands free of the dirt To no longer feel the weight of hurt over my weaking heart To no longer seek the painful nights But seek the beauty and love in each petal of the rose To huddle yourself in its beauty is breath taking To find power and understanding in something thats in a place such as this Is breath taking The rose that grow from something so ugly is just breath taking.