Rose

I'm looking for the roses,
But finding too much pain,
Too much of sacred purpose
And someone who's to blame.

I'm searching for the something
That wash my tears away,
But when I see it's coming
I have no time to stay.

I'm looking for the roses
And cutting hands to red,
My mouth is always closes
A cry. I'll cry instead.

Too many years, and places...
I like them more and more,
But Rose my real face is
That I was looking for.