Lyrics
Hidden by the roadside flying by this thorny rose, may I be given all that grows me, can you show me how to grow… though I may feel weak, may feel tender for the longing, still my backbone chose these burdens, chose the boulders to be shouldered, yes I chose them… And in the night my eyes take on the thick of it, the cyclone screaming wind of it, the drowning in the wave of it, the keep my breath above of it, to breathe with all the heart of it, to breathe with all my heart… so Gentle, I am calling… Gentle, I do summon all your being… Gentle, so you can hold all of the folds of all the parts that become sore, when waves crash shorelines to this heart, and beat by beat taken apart, to gather in an tend to greater tenderness… I tend to my own tenderness… But hidden by the roadside flying by this thorny rose, I'm told to let it all unfold inside this heart, but wasn't told how sharp the thorns would pierce my throat when bloom was spoken… and though I may feel tender, still to thorns I shall surrender, whether cloaked in shapes I will mistake for stories, made my own expense and often… so Gentle, I am calling…