Call Of The Rose

Call Of The Rose

The wolves haven't stopped howling
And her pains aren't silenced yet
The wolves haven't stopped calling
As her songs sting with regret

At times I feel too many thorns
Too many thorns in this rose
It howls inside where she cannot hide
And never will I expose

Still her calls escape with beauty
Cause she's warm and clean
And I hear the hurt I need to retain
And I have the one I fear to reclaim

The wolves haven't stopped howling
And her pains aren't silenced yet
The wolves haven't stopped calling
And her songs ring imperfect

I listen to these aged calls
And I hear my howling rose
Find the beauty in its prickled thorns
And follow in these new clothes

As her calls escape with beauty
Cause she's warm and clean
And I hear the one whose world is reborn
And I have the rose despite the thorn.