The Windrose

The Windrose
She had name
She’s called the windrose,
Freezing all that remains,
But that’s not real truth,
She’s called the wild rose,
Like every human being

Another way to resolve
That
Is over
Cry louder
I need to identify,
The right way to choose,
I need to follow them,
And live, my doom
It doesn’t matter you’re blinded,
And you cannot see in dark,
It’s not my problem,
I’m not blinded
That’s when the rage starts