Roses in the rain
In the rain he stood with a rose
The streets were a mess with lost souls
Yet in the softness of her voice,
Cries of the innocent softened
And frowns of the knowledgeable
Lifted with faith.
Even though she spoke,
And her voice was heard,
No one listened to the words spoken,
With blind faith they followed.
What did she say?
The empty words were lost to the winds,
Left to dance with fallen leaves,
Wails of sorrow and heartbreak.
The rose held the secret,
But as the petals fell,
It was lost to time.
Only to be held in the heart
Of those she touched.