God is in the roses,
The petals, and the thorns.
Storms out on the oceans
Souls who will be born
And every drop of rain that falls
Falls for those who mourn God is in the roses, and the thorns. The sun is on the cemetery
Leaves are on the stones
There never was a place on Earth
That felt so much like home We're falling like the velvet petals,
We're bleeding and we're torn,
But God is in the roses, and the thorns.