Rust on the fences.
Rain on the storm.
I carried the weight,
but never alone.
Roses in the ashes.
Bruised, but they rise.
Thorns on my fingers,
fire in my eyes
Every scear story told
every crack still line with gold.
Broken hands still learn to hold.
Love survives, it won't grow cold.
Rust and roses both indeed.
One fades away
One learns to breathe
Bleeding still yet soft it knows.
Life is made of rust and roses.
Pages of letters
smudged in the rain.
Words to remember.
Echo the pain.
Callous palms reaching.
Searching for life.
Still I am standing
ready to fight.
Every loss has taught me well.
Hope still blooms where shadows fell.
Even iron bends with time is still the
rose will choose to climb.
Rust and roses both in me.
One fades away.
One learns to breathe.
Beat and steel yet soft and nose.
Life is made of rust and roses.
If I break, let it be true.
The cracks will let the light shine through.
If I bleed, let it remind rust and roses them survive
Rust and roses. Hear them sing.
One is the end, one's beginning.
Iron fades, but still it shows.
Life is made of rust and roses.
