The dark petal from a black rose
Falls swiftly to the ground
The wind is howling in my head
Though it makes no true sound
The breeze softly picks the rose
Lays it gently on the snow
And as I bend down and lift it up
Suddenly that's when I know
I face up towards the sky
To scream out my praise
Right when a cloud shifts
And light pours over my face
I start to run joyfully
The wind whipping my hair
Knowing my salvation from these streets
Is right around the bend there
But when the thorns stick through my hand
And I see all the dripping blood
I know that when I get around that corner
There'll be no one
So I walk gloomily around the curve
Only to see more slushy road
I hand fell limp as I walked slowly on
Letting fall that beautiful black rose
