The White Rose
The White Rose
Shunned away to silence,
For the mistakes she did endow.
Lost her essence of purity,
But doesn't every white rose have a black shadow?
A little morbid creature,
Grazing peacefully in the meadow.
But every soul stayed away,
Forgetting that every white rose has a black shadow.
When will we accept our fellow beings,
And not let our individual cultures overshadow?
When will we accept the fact,
That every white rose has a black shadow.