Trapped between a rose and a thorn
Living for a gentle calm
Following for the brutal storm
Living each day, between two worlds

Beauty is angelic, angelic is perfection
Softly warm, through subtle caring
The sweetness of love, never rejection
This is the world in which we shall live

But the thorns too have roses
And roses still are beauty
The power in the wind, never closes
Oh, the bitter-sweet burn of the storm

After all, who’s to say we can love
The sweet scolding of electric light
Or the simple life of the dove
We are free to live, for the beauty and the storm