I sang this song in choir my sophomore anno maybe it will help te keep strong and have faith in Robsten

The Rose,
Some say Amore it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says Amore it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say Amore it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;

When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and te think that is only for the lucky the strong;

Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns Amore becomes the rose the rose