White Rose
In the storm
Stands the white rose
tumultuous waves
of destruction abound her
Yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bows down
Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt
I dont see the white rose
She is so far away
But I long to protect her
But only the words can I say
So I send her my words
And my poets heart
To help her when
there is hope to see her through
"Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you"
[Dit gedicht heb ik ooit voor daantje(punk-is-verzet) geschreven toen ut crappy met dr ging.]
En deze heeft ze voor mij geschreven omdat het nu crappy met mij gaat
When the dark clouds came up,
and they obscured the sky,
a litte sweet girl appeared.
who gave the White Rose shelter,
when the rain dropped by
In the cold nights that hurts,
when there was no sign of warmth or hapiness.
This girl gave the White Rose
her blanket filled with love and trust,
and at that moment the white rose felt love, and calmness
I don't see that little girl anymore,
Has she fade away ?
Her heart hiding her fears ; pain
Her feelings locked up inside ; closed
Her eyes filled with tears ; sorrow
Now the rolls have changed,
This girl became the White Rose.
I'll try to do the same as she did for me,
And help her when there is no hope.
"Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you. "