Rare Beauty

Find the rose that blooms at night
And there you will find she
For the rose is as rare as her
Nothing can compare to their beauty

They know each other well
As the rose is also as pure as this lady fair
It is in her garden they grow only
From her blood and tears

She cries through streams of light
Of things we have never known
For the injustices in this world
It seems everyone can condone

Her tears must dry by sunrise
As she again slips away
None can see her anymore
She awaits the end of another day

She carries a storm
But must always remain blind
It is through her fairness
That one could save mankind

She is Justice
And we have become as blinded as she
You can still catch glimpses in the shadows
Of this so called life of equality

She is often forgotten
Her name used in vain
What we call "justice"
Puts her truth to shame

So when you find the rose that blooms at night
There you will find she
For the rose is as rare as her
Nothing can compare to their beauty