In the Garden Of Mystical Dreams, there is a Wishing Rose,
But few know the way to where the legend grows.
For the fool-hearty who try to seek it, it is a long, perlious way,
Upon the path there are pitfalls to be faced everyday.
For those that urge themselves on, thinking that victory is around the bend,
They find detours, potholes and roads that deadend.
Dreamers are being lead by a burning fire,
Ignited by the promise that the Rose will grant their heart's desire.
But to the victor belongs the spoils,
Wishes coming true will be the reward for their toils.
If one survives the journey, and grabbing the Rose to pick,
They should avoid the poison thorns that try to prick.
If wounded by the thorns, one will surely die,
A soul will leave a body in the twinkling of an eye.
Once in A Blue Moon, someone becomes owner of the Rose,
Then they reap the harvest of what the Rose bestows.

Music: Kiss From A Rose
New Poetry by Southern Comfort

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