Blue Rose - Lizz Wright
Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, no thistle Only an open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she's just a morning glory lost in a tangle of vine Her arms stretch wide To recieve life And her roots go deep into the black earth Wild strength and she blooms Maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she's just a monring glory Lost in a tangle a vine She blooms while the people sleep Only the travelers see her To those who rise with the noonday sun She is a closed mystery Maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she's just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine
Artist: Lizz Wright
Title: Blue Rose