Ayla Nereo - Thorny Rose

Hidden by the roadside
Flying by this thorny rose
May I be given all that grows me
Can you show me how to grow
Can you please show me
Though I may feel weak
May feel tender for the longing
Still the backbone
Chose these burdens
Chose the boulders
To be shouldered
Yes, I chose them
And in the night my eyes take on the thick of it
The cyclone screaming wind of it
The drowning in the wave of it
The keep my breath above it
To breathe with all the heart of it
To breathe with all my heart
So gentle I am calling
Gentle I do summon all your being
Gentle so you can hold all of the folds
Of all these parts that become soul
When waves crash shorelines to this heart
And beat by beat take it apart
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
I gather in and tend to my own tenderness
Hidden by roadside
Flying by this thorny rose
I'm told to let it all unfold
Inside this heart that wasn't told
How sharp the thorns would pierce my throat
When bloom was spoken
Though I may feel tender still
To thorns I shall surrender
Whether cloaked in shapes I will mistake
For stories, made my own expense and often
In the night my eyes take on the thick of it
The cyclone screaming wind of it
The drowning in the wave of it
The keep my breath above it
To breathe with all the heart of it
To breathe with all the heart of it
To breathe with all the heart of it
To breathe with all the heart of it
To breathe with all the heart of it
To breathe with all my heart
So gentle I am calling
Gentle I do summon all your being
Gentle so you can hold all of the folds
Of all these parts that become soul
When waves crash shorelines to this heart
And beat by beat take it apart
So you can hold all of the folds
Of all these parts that become soul
When waves crash shorelines to this heart
And beat by beat take it apart
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
I gather in and tend to my own tenderness