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, full of longing
Still my 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 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 sore
When waves crash shorelines to this heart
And beat by beat taken apart
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
I'm gathered in and tempted by your tenderness
Hidden by the roadside
Flying by this thorny rose
I'm told to let it all unfold
Inside this heart but wasn't told
How sharp the thorns would pierce my heart
When blue was spoken
And though I may feel tender still to thorns
I shall surrender by the cloaked
And shapes I will mistake for stories
Made at my own expense and often
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 of it
To breathe with all the heart of it (x5)
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 sore
When waves crash shorelines to this heart
And beat by beat taken apart
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
To gather in and tend to greater tenderness
I gather in and am tempted by your tenderness