To The Wild Roses 歌词

Something made from thorns Blooming to chain my mind The banner of pain held By the servants of life The thistle in the eye Remains of mystery to me The torrent of blood streaming The pulse of fear in my world But one day I'll see my wild rose growing In mellow twilight I meet you that day Inspite of fear there will be trust one day My little rose, my little rose You keep me going when times get too hard You give me hope, you keep me strong My little rose, my little rose And one day I'll see my wild rose growing No storm could hurt you, no pouring rain Your will is tender - you teach me your way My little rose, my little rose And one day I'll see my wild rose growing