Valley Of Roses
I fled away to a distant land,
For the sake of solace which I may find,
The sacred place I long to be,
In the Valley of Roses-
where flowers sing to me.
The sweet scent of flowers soon grip my mind,
The thorns of bitterness not far behind.
But I forget all my laughs and cries,
in the Valley of roses-
beneath the falling skies.
A gush of wind on the flowering ground,
In a different world where I stand,
And in each spring of the year shall I come,
In the valley of roses-
until a rose I may become.