on a faraway wasteland
past all plagued oceans of greed
no words will survive
beyond bitterness and animosity
a rose of a beauty
not sure if it‘s possibly real
but can‘t you see can‘t you feel
the pureness embracing this seed
many sought few have found
and have touched her
they never returned
as their lustful claws
touched the pure stem
their filthy fingers burned
troops of the envious moved closer
surrounding the field
now skin flesh and bones vaporize
and the tanks start to melt
can‘t you see, this rose she has found
the piece to complete her frustrating exile
instead of the peace he was supposed to bring
he‘s brought enough courage to touch her
they‘re both gonna pay