The Rose

Ringing is the silence, sounding so clear And beyond the darkness is the path to our fears So with every breath we end up falling short And in the endless circle of fire we are caught A distant memory of the way things were before Is this a poison that can be cured? Dark thoughts of what will come to be You are the rose that has planted it’s thorn within me The locked door to which there is no key Where lives all things that want to be free And only through the awakening of the flame Can there be a release from what keeps us sane Between the calm ocean flood and the gentle burning flame Lays the cold earth that never washes away Desperate desire for what can never be You are the rose that has planted it’s thorn within me The sun that rises on the distant dusk of day A blood red dawn that is burning the walls away And on the carousel we relinquish our pride Circling the hardships that forever are strived A winding path that can never be defied And the burning light that can no longer be denied Makes us realise there is nowhere left to be Because you are the rose that has planted its thorn within me