A lonely rose I saw by the side of the street,
I gave it a gaze with a broken heart beat.
The rose looked very sad, I felt like she was lost.
I was mad, I stood up and wanted to get a closer view only to realize she was plucked, oh I knew.
I stepped back a bit, she was a bright red rose, bleeding red.
Slowly starting to get wrinkles, that poor little rose, that's what I said.
I walked closer and closer to her as her beautiful sent became stronger and stronger.
I held her up and asked her: "Who plucked you?" She answered me with a weak voice: "Who are you? What does it matter to you anyway?"
I said: "Well, who else's matter is it then, you look like you need a helping hand, and when, when did this happen to you? Where is your home?"
She raised her head and gave me a sad yet angry look and said: "Home? Home! Is that what you said?! Home!! As if they left any home for me, I told them to take me, and leave my family alone, and they did horrible things to them, they took my stem, family and my home away from me, all that in front of my eyes, and what did I do? Did I hurt anybody? Huh? Tell me, did I hurt anyone! They threw me on the street like this, alone and broke my heart, I wish they had ended me instead! But this isn't, no, no, this isn't the end, I won't let them do it again, no way! My name isn't rose if I don't take revenge from those criminals!! But alone, alone I can't do a thing. Will you help me? Or are you going to leave me like them?