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.