"The Call of the Rose"

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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. 

This is the call of the rose,
The call of the rose.