Crimson Rose

From mischief into innocence
Innocence to purity
then trial and temptation came
and not all sins hurts the same
But our love is like a Crimson Rose
washed white in holy fire
Our love is like a Crimson Rose, burning with desire
So many ups and downs
So many blacks and whites
from purity to a Crimson Rose
a painted face was all that showed
Shattered mask and sad, sad face
was all that sin left me to embrace
But our love is like a Crimson Rose
wash white by the blood of Christ
Our love is like a Crimson Rose
made white by its creator
still often torn by this world
reconciled by its sustainer
Still moving forward inch by inch
We've lost the sense of innocence
but deeper and deeper our love remains
Kept pure from crimson stains
Our hue is like a Crimson Rose
wash write in holy fire
Our love is like a white rose of hope
burning with desire