A Rose Amidst The Thorns

(альбом: Windows Of Time - 2022)

Hell hath no fury when a
Woman is deeply scorned
Nothing worse to her than disregard
Tears shed to find a focus
Longing for someone to notice
A withering rose amidst the thorns

There she waits, seething, glooming
Losing the faith of what lies in her heart
So forlorn from resentment and short temper
Beneath the layers of anger, dying to be discovered

A bit of fragrance clings to
The hand that parts sweet sorrow
Where does though linger in what grove
Now wintry winds no more heard
An ethereal creature
Emerge a rose amidst the thorns

Still she waits, melancholy
Tempting the fate of who might mend her heart
Although torn from a bitter sweet surrender
Looking for refuge in rain, won't find the pleasure without pain

Her love is not a cage but a work of art
She needs constant reassurance
Don't bother craving the rose if you can't handle the thorns
What doesn't kill us makes us strong

She awakes, mystic blooming
The rarest essence lives inside her soul
So brave, courage out to make forever known
Beneath the layers of an angel lies a rose amidst the thorns