Song Description
The Petals of a Rose expresses a limited perception of death but also a metaphor
to allow Nature to heal the suffering and grief of losing someone close.
| Song Length |
4:41 |
Genre |
New Age - Contemporary, New Age - Religious |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Tranquil |
Subject |
Sorrow, Plants, Forest |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
The Petals of a Rose
Lyrics: Tami & Jim Sorensen
Music: Jim Sorensen (1997)
Life has many mysteries,
We all would like to know;
What about its tragedies,
Left with only sorrow.
It?s hard to be the one left behind,
When loved ones have to die;
The pain we feel is so unkind,
Our minds constantly asking why.
Our faith can sometimes vanish,
And it?s hard for us to believe;
That life goes on we do not perish,
Can our grieving minds conceive?
And what is this thing called Death?
And why do we have to die?
And those of us that are left,
Wondering how we will get by.
(Chorus)
I?d like to help you if I can,
Just listen, hear me through.
Take a rose bud from the sand,
And shake off all its dew.
Put it in a special place,
For your heart & soul to see;
And every day when you awake,
Just pluck one petal free.
Place it in a little box and tightly close the lid.
And with each petal lost, some of your hurt is rid
And when the petals are all gone
The stem still standing tall.
The worst of your hurting will be done,
And loving memories enthrall.
The minutes and hours
Seem like months and years,
The crying has worn down,
Until there?s no more tears.
When there is some quiet time
And no one is around;
The grief begins to overwhelm
As memories abound.
The separation that you feel
Is just to much to bear,
The wounds you have just will not heal,
Because that Loved One is not there.
The hurt you?re feeling now is real,
It cuts right through your soul;
It?s even hard for you to kneel,
When survival?s your only goal.
(Chorus)
I?d like to help you if I can,
Just listen, hear me through.
Take a rose bud from the sand,
And shake off all its dew.
Put it in a special place,
For your heart & soul to see;
And every day when you awake,
Just pluck one petal free.
Place it in a little box and tightly close the lid.
And with each petal lost, some of your hurt is rid
And when the petals are all gone
The stem still standing tall.
The worst of your hurting will be done,
And loving memories enthrall.
Someday you?ll look back on this,
While gazing at a rose.
Remember it was God?s great gift?
The healing Petals of a Rose.