Blue Rose

Blue as the crying skies

With no thorn and no thistle

Only an open face

Staring at the waking world

And maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vines

Maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vines

Her arms stretch wide

To receive the light

And her roots go deep into the black earth

For strength and she blooms

And maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vines

And maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vines

She blooms while the people sleep

Only the travelers see her

To those who rise with the noonday sun

She is a closed mystery

And maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vines

And maybe she's just a morning glory

Lost in a tangle of vines

Lost in a tangle of vines