Gaston and the Rose
He took my family and sent them away;
as a laborer of war, I was forced to stay
My loathe is cloathed in dark, thick sin;
Greed and Pride became his bitter end
Encompassed now in the animal he was
forced to live this life without any love
Sodden with crime against humanity itself;
his heart betrayed him - it took his wealth
Life was good - humanity, it returned
in my peaceful village, the fires then burned
Until one girl, who matched her name
came to this town and lit a new flame
She stole my heart, how infatuated was I
until I realized, in the Beast's story she tied
I tried to save her - agonizing to my soul
But she slipped away like my family - sold?
Sold. On the Beast who was man once again
She, through wrong love, washed his sin
The rose petals fell, redeeming my dismal fate;
but alas not fast enough - not a bad enough state
They fell too slowly, they fell to no avail
And it was my love who destroyed the curse - a girl named Belle
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