• When life becomes a drag people look for the true light,
    People see the dark light that that fills your heart with violent might.
    The night with come, and shrilly will fade,
    The moon brightly shining and the darkness invade.
    As the morning raise, the light will never show,
    The flowers will die and so with the magnificent rose.
    The rose is a symbol of pride and joy,
    But one sunlight day, ‘twas there stood a boy.
    ‘Twas that day was the world cursed,
    And the Light slowly fled, and the darkness burst.
    Was his entire fault that little poor boy,
    He had to pick that little rose for his little toy.
    But that second he picked that reddish rose,
    Everything went silent and everything froze.
    The boy was afraid and was not to freeze,
    The darkness has come you can feel the harsh cold breeze.
    Only he was the one to notice that the darkness has come,
    And as thoughts race throughout his mind, the one big question was “what has become!”
    “What has become, oh what has become ‘twas this world we live in,”
    “I will make sure it will lose this fight and all will choose and who chose will win!”
    But light became weak and the darkness became strong,
    The light became dim till you could see no more and the darkness was bigger yet so wrong.
    And the world till this day has no light no shine,
    The light was gone and the darkness combines.
    The world unfroze and the world is a sphere of a dark cloud,
    And freaky laughter, and cries are heard a loud.
    The world is destroyed and moves to it’s death as it enclosed,
    ‘Twas all the fault of the little boy who picked the magnificent rose.