White Rose

I'm searching for a white rose
Among a sea of crimson red
That litter the field in countless throes
Looking for life among the dead

I see one withered black rose,
And one red with gleaming thorns,
But not a hint of white within the rows
Of both the old and the newborns

I stop and sit to take a rest,
Watching blue skies give into red,
Holding this hope within my breast
That I might find life among the dead

I have been searching all my life
As countless others did before me,
Searching for the truth among questions rife,
For a hint of white among a red sea

And forever I will search the field
Where the red roses thrive,
Hoping for the White Rose to yield
And help our souls to revive