Heart of stone, wet and cold
Much too young for growing old
Wrapped in thorns, cloaked in darkness
Craving light that we posses
And if I were the gardener,
I'd trim away the trees
And then the rays of sunlight
Could fall upon the leaves
Cause sometimes there's no choice
Of where a flower grows
And just one ray of light
Can give life to a dying rose
Wondrous strength
And towering branches
Living life without a care
Light giving life took for granted
Sometimes life just isn't fair
And if I were the gardener,
I'd trim away the trees
And then the rays of sunlight
Could fall upon the leaves
Cause sometimes there's no choice
Of where a flower grows
And just one ray of light
Can give life to a dying rose
And if I were the gardener,
I'd trim away the trees
And then the rays of sunlight
Could fall upon the leaves
Cause sometimes there's no choice
Of where a flower grows
And just one ray of light
Can give life to a dying rose
A dying rose.