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We are the roses in the garden
Beauty with thorns among our leaves
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed

What is the reason for having roses
When your blood is shed carelessly?
It must be for something, more than vanity

Believe me, the truth is we're not honest
Not the people that we dream
We're not as close as we could be

Willing to grow but rains are shallow
Barren and wind scattered seed
on stone and dry land we will be

Waiting for the light arisen
To flood inside the prison
And in that time

Kind words alone will teach us
No bitterness will reach us
Reason will be guided, in another way

All in time
But the clock is another demon
That devours our time in Eden

In our paradise
Will our eyes see well beneath us
Flowers all divine?

Is there still time? If we wake to discover
In life a precious love
Will that waking become more heavenly?
We are the roses in the garden   Beauty with thorns among our leaves   To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed      What is the reason for having roses   When your blood is shed carelessly?   It must be for something, more than vanity      Believe me, the truth is we're not honest   Not the people that we dream   We're not as close as we could be      Willing to grow but rains are shallow   Barren and wind scattered seed   on stone and dry land we will be      Waiting for the light arisen   To flood inside the prison   And in that time      Kind words alone will teach us   No bitterness will reach us   Reason will be guided, in another way      All in time   But the clock is another demon   That devours our time in Eden      In our paradise   Will our eyes see well beneath us   Flowers all divine?      Is there still time? If we wake to discover   In life a precious love   Will that waking become more heavenly?