Fragrant like the air that surrounds
The life it holds within.
Sweeping out the force of nature
Breeding out the sin.
Hold tightly to the light inside you
Cry angrily over the loss.
Try to hold true to everything
While slowly letting go of the cross.
Nary a soldier stands in your defense
Yet you stay true to the course.
Defiantly walking a broken path
Refusing to ride a horse.
The rose he carries is a tragic reminder
A past he long forgot.
He took what he could of your heart
Left the rest of you to rot.