Lyrics

The Sweetest Rose


Handle with care?
It's a delicate thing,
The most precious gift I've ever known.
But it can be wild,
Wild and painful to the touch;
Still I just cannot leave it alone.

It's the sweetest rose
Cuts so deep sometimes,
But I forget the pain
When I see how it shines
In the morning sun
After midnight storms. . . .
This love is the sweetest rose
That ever held a thorn.

Tend to its needs;
Try and give it room to grow.
Never hide it pressed in some forgotten book.
Color has come
To these black and white dreams,
And I'm amazed at just how different things look.

It's the sweetest rose
Cuts so deep sometimes,
But I forget the pain
When I see how it shines
In the morning sun
After midnight storms. . . .
This love is the sweetest rose
That ever held a thorn.

We both have our jagged edge
From the dues we've paid,
But love's a healing thing?
And someday the scars will fade.

It's the sweetest rose
Cuts so deep sometimes,
But I forget the pain
When I see how it shines
In the morning sun
After midnight storms. . . .
This love is the sweetest rose
That ever held a thorn.






Words & Music by Michael Cody
© 2003