Kathy Mar - Winter Rose

Chorus: I am the rose
The rose
I am the rose
The rose with no flowers
I am the rose
The rose all thorns
The mind he made
The hand he touched

The winter rose

I who was blind and did not know
Who searched for sickness in the sane
Who tried to placate not to heal
Was taken sharply by his pain He who gave me vivid roses
Grown inside his gentle mind
In his torment he discloses
Worlds I never wished to find

Chorus

I gave him lies for all his truth
And sent him to his spirit's death
And gave him hope when all was lost
And stole the flower that took my breath
He who gave a gift of flowers
Rests in quiet darkness now
Silent are his special powers
Blank his once-expressive brow