In a man's heart there are words that can not be utter
His Light is the wisdom that is used
Hidden deep within are the secrets that soon will unfold
As a rose in the spring time so is the heart of that man
The mist of the rain bring him joy
For it gives life to him and the hopes of receiving more rain
For being in it's presence leaves the heart speechless at times
When there should be sound
I've heard the thunder in the mist of a quite storm
The rain is hidden within the heart of the sky
When the rose is open, it can see all of the rain that the sky is able to give
I've seen time pass by, and the rose will open and close
In hopes of the day when the rain will never stop
Longing to be held in the hand of the sky
Is a dream in the mist thereof
For there is no other to be held by.