I've read a book about a Little Prince,
Who lost a rose he loves so dearly,
so he looked for it so eagerly
That made me wondered why?
He travels each and every world there is,
searching for a rose
doing everything he could.
still he cannot find.
How important could a rose be?
When its thorns are built to hurt you,
When its hiding from you
and making your heart ache for it.
Until I met him,
I never knew what beauty a rose holds
My eyes may be blind
but one's heart never is.
He saw me at my darkest,
lifts me up when I'm down.
He lights up my path,
leads me out of a garden of thorns.
If I ever lose him,
I'll travel every world too
and be the little prince,
for I love my rose as much too
Like the Little Prince,
I will look into every garden of roses,
And they will never possess
what can be found on my single rose.
My rose that has no thorns
that could harm.
My rose that is wiser
beyond his years.
His braver
beyond his soldiers of fears
His heart's bigger
beyond his tough hands
You'll never find your rose,
if you keep your eyes open
and your heart closed.