Dead rose, dying rose with petals on the ground,
Thorns clipped off.
Growing again, petals opening toward the sky,
Green leaves catching the raindrops and morning dew,
Sweet fragrance flying upon the evening breezes.
Once a dying rose, now a living rose.
My love, we're trying again,
Reaching for the stars,
Embracing the moon.
Fighting the elements,
the heat, the rain, the snow, the ice,
Like a rose growing again.
No longer are the petals dead upon the ground,
No longer are the thorns clipped off.
Alive again,
Me with you,
You with me.