Wilde Roses

Come with me to the place of wilde roses,
And listen well to the songs that they sing.

For they sing of a time and a place gone by,
Of which you, and I, may never dream.

Come to the place of wilde roses,
And breath in the air that they breathe.

For the air there is pure, and clean, and sweet,
And opens the way to a land faire and free.

So, come with me to the place of wilde roses,
To a new land and home where we all just can be.

Roger Allen Baut
08.10.2011