Chains and Roses

Have you ever seen a rose at night?
Have you ever wondered…
Have you fought or tried to fight?
Only to get sundered…

Oh, but I've seen reddest petals flare,
In the moonlight of the dark
I was blinded by their aching glare
Marks, like carvings on a bark

But would you have felt that finest flower
Beckon you in ways you've never known
You, too, would watch, hour by hour
You, too, would wish to turn to stone

So can anyone lay blame or blemish,
The conscience I've already stained?
Only unto myself I am a menace
For to a flower I am chained.