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.