# Black Rose, Gray Skies

**[Intro]**\
Black rose, thorns sharp and trapped inside a clear vessel\
Petals falling, won't you please come and save this wilting weed\
Slower still, it's a tragic, but slow death inside the glass cage\
Seasons change, nights fade and dissipate into similar shades of gray

**[Chorus]**\
*On the windowsill, perched and perfectly still*\
*I can see the brightest stars in the sky*\
*Yes, the wind is still, make a wish, if you will*\
*And I will too in hopes that time goes by*

**[Verse 1]**\
*This is*\
*Not a cry for help, I don't need my princess Belle*\
*I just want to truly be set free*\
*I am*\
*Trapped in this case, though it's safe, I'm afraid*\
*Will I be the rose I see inside?*\
*You can*\
*Find me up here, perched and perfectly still*\
*Kicked my feet and staring up so high*\
*Black rose*\
*Prick me again, make me bleed, little friend*\
*Oh, if only I weren't in my mind*

**[Chorus]**\
*On the windowsill, perched and perfectly still*\
*I can see the brightest stars in the sky*\
*Yes, the wind is still, make a wish, if you will*\
*And I will too in hopes that time goes by*

**[Verse 2]**\
*I don't*\
*Want to be afraid, there's much progress I have made*\
*And I'm only getting further, still*\
*I am*\
*Trapped inside my cage, don't see a way I can escape*\
*A cognitive prison, against my will*\
*Looking down*\
*Will never help, I see my death, my biggest doubts*\
*A fall that's deep enough that it would kill*\
*So I*\
*Keep my head held high, looking up into the sky*\
*As the petals wilt onto the 'sill*

**[Chorus]**\
*On the windowsill, perched and perfectly still*\
*I can see the brightest stars in the sky*\
*Yes, the wind is still, make a wish, if you will*\
*And I will too in hopes that time goes by*

**[Epilogue]**\
I look down at the black rose, the vessel is as glossy and beautiful as the treasure it contains\
The stars in the sky look down at me and smile, and I can feel their warm glow from here\
If I could be that rose, take it outside its cell and transfuse its radiant beauty\
I am a dreamer in the hopes that one day the vessel shatters and I too will be set free\
A rose like no other, with thorns trimmed, and petals full as it blooms in the new morning Sun