Rose
So many wounds and scrapes on this soul
Memories of fight times
I wrote my novel on my spirit
With scars and pain
Proud to carry these signs as a flag to wave
Who knows if one day someone will tell our tales
Where there are no heroes and absolutely no faith
Absolutely no faith
Like roses that want to be born
We flail in the ground to emerge from our borders
Spinning in a circle of death and birth
Where some of us is a stillbirth
Suffering life is a curse
Others wander aimless and vacuous
And I'm still here
Without knowing what to do
Escape to find a refuge
Take my place in a world where I don't feel I belong
What will you do when your mind becomes your prison
Crushed by the weight of your visions
Hope has disappeared and fear reigns supreme
What will you do when your mind becomes your prison
Crushed by the weight of your visions
Hope has disappeared and you can't take any decisions
Hold on to an anchor to weather the storm
Our time is yet to come
Our time is yet to come
Because we're roses that want to be born
We flail in the ground to emerge from our limits
Spinning in a circle of death and birth
Where some of us are reborn
Ready to bloom
Now take your place and forge your own doom
We are still here without knowing what to do
(Without knowing what to do)
But no longer prisoners of this gloom
Memories of fight times
I wrote my novel on my spirit
With scars and pain
Proud to carry these signs as a flag to wave
Who knows if one day someone will tell our tales
Where there are no heroes and absolutely no faith
Absolutely no faith
Like roses that want to be born
We flail in the ground to emerge from our borders
Spinning in a circle of death and birth
Where some of us is a stillbirth
Suffering life is a curse
Others wander aimless and vacuous
And I'm still here
Without knowing what to do
Escape to find a refuge
Take my place in a world where I don't feel I belong
What will you do when your mind becomes your prison
Crushed by the weight of your visions
Hope has disappeared and fear reigns supreme
What will you do when your mind becomes your prison
Crushed by the weight of your visions
Hope has disappeared and you can't take any decisions
Hold on to an anchor to weather the storm
Our time is yet to come
Our time is yet to come
Because we're roses that want to be born
We flail in the ground to emerge from our limits
Spinning in a circle of death and birth
Where some of us are reborn
Ready to bloom
Now take your place and forge your own doom
We are still here without knowing what to do
(Without knowing what to do)
But no longer prisoners of this gloom
Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Pecora, Daniele Coghi, Enea Marelli, Marco Boccotti, Salvatore Giaccone
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