Testo Call Of The Rose

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.