Blue Rose

Blue as the crying sky
 With no thorn and no thistle
 Only an open face
 Staring at the waking world
 Maybe she's just a morning glory
 Lost in a tangle of vine
 And maybe she's just a morning glory
 Lost in a tangle of vine
 Her arms stretch wide
 To receive life
 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 vine
 And maybe she's just a morning glory
 Lost in a tangle of vine
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 She blooms while the people sleep
 Only the travelers see her
 To those who rise with the noon day sun
 She is a closed mystery
 And maybe she's just a morning glory
 Lost in a tangle of vine
 Oh, maybe she's just a morning glory
 Lost in a tangle of vine
 Lost in a tangle of vine
 Lost in a tangle of vine