2🦉✨🐿️The White Rose | La Rosa Bianca | 白玫瑰

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🦋Lyrics: Fabio Zanchetta & BlueWhale 🩵Music Arrangements: Bluewhale 🦉Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta All Lyrics, Music & Cover Art: Copyright © 2026 Fabio Zanchetta Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Short Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1 — Near Spoken] I saw your hands before I saw your face They were holding to a black leather purse The way someone holds a railing When there’s nothing below but empty air White knuckles Bent fingers A quiet fear Trying not to fall I don’t know why I did it There was a white rose by the wall The kind nobody tends The kind that blooms anyway And before I even looked at you I had already picked one [Soft Sung] Here That’s all I said No poetry No wisdom Just a flower And for one brief moment You had to let go To take it [Verse 2 — Soft Sung] We never said where we were going Neither of us knew We only walked And somehow That was enough The road was made of red earth The kind that follows you home Like a postcard you never asked for You kept the purse beneath your arm You kept the rose inside your jacket And every now and then You looked at it As if checking Whether kindness was a trick I talked too much You talked too little But every time you laughed Your shoulders fell A little closer to the earth And the red earth Was doing its work Dirtying your shoes And cleaning the rest of you [Chorus — Sung] And the white rose opened slowly Losing petals to the wind Not becoming what it once was Becoming what it had always been And your hands began to loosen Like winter learning how to end Maybe healing isn’t holding on Maybe healing is opening [Verse 3 — Spoken and Sung] The moon found us Sitting on a low stone wall Grey and worn Like an old coin Passed through too many hands That was the night You finally spoke I won’t tell what you said Some stories belong To the one who tells them But while you were speaking Your hands were opening Slowly Without knowing Like flowers That never asked permission to bloom The moon said nothing That’s what the moon does It listens And tells no one Maybe that’s why We tell the moon the true things You looked at the rose And saw a fallen petal “It’s getting ruined” You said [Pause] “It’s opening” I answered [Bridge — Mostly Spoken] The last day We didn’t walk We simply sat Cross-legged in the grass Facing an orange sun Rising without hurry Like a gentleman Maybe it was meditation Maybe it wasn’t We didn’t have a manual We were only still Together And discovered That silence Shared between two people Weighs half as much I looked at your hands Resting on your knees Palms turned upward The purse lay forgotten One step away Like an old skin The rose was fully open now White Untidy Beautiful Because it was no longer trying To stay whole [Final Chorus — Sung] And the white rose opened slowly White and beautiful and wild Never trying to stay unbroken Never trying to stay a child And your hands released the darkness They had carried for so long Healing isn’t going backward It’s becoming what we are And the white rose opened slowly Losing petals to the sky Not returning to the beginning Not afraid to say goodbye And your hands let go of sorrow Like a tide releasing sand Maybe healing isn’t holding on Maybe healing is opening your hands [Outro] And for the first time in who knows how long Your hands Were holding on to nothing [Outro-instrumentals fade into silence] [End]