Rust Roses (Ржавые розы)

Rust on the fences, Rain on the stone. I carry the weight, But never alone. Roses in the ashes, Bruised but they rise. Thorns on my fingers, Fire in my eyes. Every scar a story told. Every crack still lined with gold. Broken hands still learn to hold. Love survives, it won't grow Cold. Rust and roses, both in me. One fades away, one learns to breathe. Bleeding steel, yet soft it knows. Life is made of rust and Roses. Pages of letters, Smudged in the rain. Words still remembered, Echo the pain. Calloused palms reaching, Searching for light. Still I am standing, Ready to fight. Every loss has taught me well. Hope still blooms where shadows fell. Even iron bends with time. Still the rose will choose to Climb. Rust and roses, both in me. One fades away, one learns to breathe. Bleeding steel, yet soft it knows. Life is made of rust and Roses. If I break, Let it be true. The cracks will let the light shine Through. If I bleed, Let it remind. Dust and roses do Survive. Rust And roses, hear them sing. One is the end, one's beginning. Iron fades, but still it shows. Life is made of rust and Roses.