So wise so strong, so weak so small
Rise from ash, rise from the sea
But fell from hate. Fell for love
Don’t cry, don’t weep
Love is strong, love is weak
A flowers burning passion must not grow weak
A rare beauty, a flower of passion
The color of grace, the pride of shine
Something foretold the flowers’ grace
But The greed of love held the endless sadness
And ate the grace and took the shine
Rise from hate, rise from betrayal
A rare beauty must be strong
So do Look ahead,
the sun’s your passion
the moon your elegance
The rain will heal a broken flower
But a flower of passion needs a new love
Find new ground, leave the polluted soil and look to
The other side
A flower of passion is not alone
A flower of passion has a home
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