We are the roses in the garden beauty w
ith thorns among our leaves
To pick a rose you ask your hands to ble
What is the reason for having roses when
your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something more than vanit
Believe me the truth is we're not hones
t not the people that we dream
We're not as close as we could be
Willing to grow but rains are shallow
Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone
Waiting for the light arisen to flood in
And in that time kind words alone will t
each us no bitterness will reach us
Reason will be guided another way
All in time but the clock is another de
mon that devours our time in Eden in ou
Will our eyes see well beneath us flowe
If we wake and discover in life a precio
us love will that waking become more he