To the Rose Bloom Stars, We Ascend
By: Adam M. Snow & Shelly Braen
Rain fall, in spectacular angle-
the colors of the sky emit such a powerful aura.
It's as if the sky is rising and falling all at once
to create a symphony of chaotic yet still to reflect
in the irises and ring in the ears of all who gaze.
Yet can echo one's soul or even one's dreams as well.
Let us hope it carries them heaven-ward and beyond.
Perhaps even ride the sunset going yonder
into the newly discovered future of untold wonders.
And to catch on the swirling tide of some distant start
that watches over us as we slumber,
carrying those dreams to the ears of God,
so that he might send them back to us
from his lips to the petal of our roses,
bringing new life, love and an answer
to those dreams we pray for.
And the hope to find a love that's true;
to grant us a new life, ever new.
To soar on into eternity;
and in love, shall it ever be.
Forever will it be, a song sung for all eternity.
And fill us with hope for all we yearned to be
and the joy we sought, for death comes quickly.
Must be cherished above all life's mysteries
and to seek one's dream;
is to live life free
but to reach for a greater purpose
is to scratch more than just the surface.
Whether it be a distant star or a distant land,
we will hold the world in our clasped hands.
Our hearts the stars and moon;
lighting a darkened night.
Soaring on angels' wings,
love guiding our flight
and our love at long last, be delight.
Finally, to end all lonely nights
and to live a dream once more,
with our love to open the door;
the door to life, evermore.
And this all began with a storm.
And thus be the end;
to the rose bloom stars, we ascend.