The wolves haven't stopped howling And her pains aren't silenced yet The wolves haven't stopped calling As her songs sting with regret At times I feel too many thorns Too many thorns in this rose It howls inside where she cannot hide And never will I expose Still her calls escape with beauty Cause she's warm and clean And I hear the hurt I need to retain And I have the one I fear to reclaim
The wolves haven't stopped howling And her pains aren't silenced yet The wolves haven't stopped calling And her songs ring imperfect I listen to these aged calls And I hear my howling rose Find the beauty in its prickled thorns And follow in these new clothes As her calls escape with beauty Cause she's warm and clean And I hear the one whose world is reborn And I have the rose despite the thorn.