Red Rose
I have dealt with many prickly thorns, I had thought that they were the one, But than I found that it was wrong, And it left my finger bleeding, And than it leaves me with a scar, I stick my hand in again, And than I am surprised to find, Green leaves to hold, A red rose bloomed, It’s petals soft, I have dealt with many prickly thorns, The ones I thought were the one, But than I had found out that I was wrong, And it had left my finger bleeding, And it left me with scars, But than I found a true rose, A rose that was blooming deep inside, A rose that was just waiting to be found, A rose that was listening to my dreams, A rose that was listening to my heart, A rose that was listening to my soul, A rose that was listening to the inner most parts of me, I have dealt with many prickly thorns, But now that I have you in my life, I have found that red rose, The rose among all the thorns, Among all the pain, Among all the darkness, I found that red rose within you.