Winter Rose

Chorus: I am the rose The rose I am the rose The rose with no flowers I am the rose The rose all thorns The mind he made The hand he touched The winter rose I who was blind and did not know Who searched for sickness in the sane Who tried to placate not to heal Was taken sharply by his pain He who gave me vivid roses Grown inside his gentle mind In his torment he discloses Worlds I never wished to find Chorus I gave him lies for all his truth And sent him to his spirit's death And gave him hope when all was lost And stole the flower that took my breath He who gave a gift of flowers Rests in quiet darkness now Silent are his special powers Blank his once-expressive brow