On Rose Petals
The heart is a field after rain ravages it,
flooded with drops and completely spent.
Maybe just maybe something will grow,
a remedy lets this fractured soul bloom.
Flooded with drops and completely spent,
there’s still time for a spiritual revival.
A remedy lets this fractured soul bloom,
is there anything that love can’t do?
There’s still time for a spiritual revival,
you cannot live with thirst in a drought.
Is there anything that love can’t do?
Stories scribed on rose petals woo us.
You cannot live with thirst in a drought,
smiles and heartbeats are left to shrivel.
Stories scribed on rose petals woo us,
to put our faith in something unseen.
Smiles and heartbeats are left to shrivel,
maybe just maybe something will grow.
To put our faith in something unseen,
the heart is a field after rain ravages it.
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