I have been made low.
Sorrow fills my heart.
I have been cast away.
No dawning of the new day.
My soul tangled, weeping so.
Who can say how roses grow.
In life's vanity that I must show.
What is illusion, what is real.
I can't be the one to know
Who can say how roses grow.
To walk the walk for me and you.
I put my feet so straight and true.
I seek the wisdom that I might know
Who can say how roses grow
You come out in the morning light.
Like a smile that fills the void.
Gives me courage to face the day.
Wakes my senses in every way.
Then one says, I have to go.
Who can say how roses grow.
In my quest I seek to choose.
When all is said and done.
We don't choose but we are chosen.
The rose comes out again.
Hope of new life to begin.
Who can say how roses grow.
Beauty is in that to behold.
Perfect in every way.
To smell your scent and drink you in.
The stem so straight and true.
Is all so blind that they can't see?
The virtue I find in you.
Tell me now I ask of you.
Who can say how roses grow.
Your just beyond my reaches touch.
And yet I don't despair.
Well traveled is the road of love.
Most will never know
Who can say how roses grow.