You never ever really notice the beautiful rose
As it swishes in the wind, to and fro,
Sure you\'ve stopped to admire it\'s capturing sight
But it\'s just a rose, as roses go...
But as you walk past every day
It swishes, not disturbing any one
But if this particular rose could speak
Many peoples lives could come undone.
This rose has been sworn to secrecy
Among all of the rest,
Because you believe roses can\'t hear
But it is always at it\'s best.
Silently it sits, and listens to you
Put words to your deepest secrets,
To your friend while walking home from school,
You don\'t know it hears you confess.
Many tears this rose has witnessed
While it grows in the cold,
It knows everything about you
Because around it you have told.
You think there is no one around
There is only this flower,
But it hears everything,
Through, sun, snow and shower.
You\'ve never actually noticed
How long it\'s been growing there,
Nobody takes care of it
Yet it has not one single tear.
It goes on growing
And listening to you speak,
And I assure you right here and now
Your secrets it will keep.
But when you stop in front of this rose
And confess what you\'ve done,
The rose listens and hears your story
And it just knows a ton.
It\'s sad to know, very sad
This rose gives the best advice,
It knows all problems in and out
Knows things that could turn your heart to ice.
It knows every word you speak
Every breath you breathe,
The exact pattern of your steps
How you laugh, cough, cry and sneeze.
But it will continue listening
And you will continue telling,
It will continue growing
You will continue dwelling.
It will continue to hear
This beautiful, single rose,
And it will never cross your mind
Just how much it knows.
