The Rose

The Rose grows thorns To protect itself from harm To prevent the passersby From plucking it, cause it’s Pleasing to their eyes When it grows cold The rose grows all alone Becoming crystallized The ice saving it from time I tried and tried But I never realized What I had in time To save it Not push it from my mind I’ll never know What it’s like to hold gold In my arms Since the day You said goodbye Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe A blackened heart A rose in the dark Growing deep and old It’s story remaining untold I’ll see the light As I dance and I cry Out your name In the night My words like a kite In the sky Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe A rose grows thorns To protect itself from harm To prevent the passersby From plucking it, cause it’s Pleasing to their eyes When it grows cold The Rose grows on it's own It’s beauty shining out from within Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe Oh, oh woe