To the Wild Roses - Chandeen

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

Despite 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