Blue Rose of Sorrow

Every year seems to bring more sorrow to my heart, And everytime i try a fresh start But it just leads me back in a place thats evermore dark That is why I know hide and protect it Right behind a giant and strudy Rock And in it lies a sword, Like excalibur my spirit it becomes, Tearing away my assailants Before they have a chance to seek and strike The song that wreathes from my sword Keeps me warm while my soul within it waits and harks As for my Rock... My God.. The blue rosewhos heart is always torn apart, and resowed I know because i felt it also Like father like son Until the end of the road.. Or at least another loop hole