[Silence]<\/p>\n
[Instrumental, Guitar, Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Percussion, Drums]<\/p>\n
[Verse 1]
\nIn a garden out of time
\nWhere the stars and shadows rhyme
\nSomething whispers through the leaves
\nOf the things that no one sees<\/p>\n
Petals dark as velvet skies
\nHold the secrets of our lives
\nThorn’s tip a question posed
\n… the answer half-disclosed<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nIs it magic? Is it fate?
\nIs it something we create?
\nWhen the midnight breezes blow
\nThere’s a truth we almost know<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nA mystic flower
\n(Of strange power)
\n… a rare rose<\/p>\n
In the throes
\n(Of “who knows?)<\/p>\n
Spirits arose
\n(In our hour)
\nOf freewill
\n(Freed will… until….)<\/p>\n
[Verse 2]
\nSilver moonlight on the ground
\nAncient voices all around
\nEach petal seems to hold
\nA forgotten story told<\/p>\n
Was it planted long ago?
\nDoes it bloom where wild winds blow?
\nDoes it choose the hearts it knows?
\nWho can say where magic grows?<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nIs it heaven? Is it hell?
\nOnly time will ever tell
\nWhen the fragile petals close
\nWhat becomes of the rare rose?<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nA mystic flower
\n(Of strange power)
\n… a rare rose<\/p>\n
In the throes
\n(Of “who knows?)<\/p>\n
Spirits arose
\n(In our hour)
\nOf freewill
\n(Freed will… until….)<\/p>\n
[Bridge]
\nFree to wander, free to choose
\nFree to win and free to lose
\nOn the road that we embrace
\nLeaves its mark upon this place<\/p>\n
But the freedom that we claim
\nCan become another chain
\nWill we bloom or will we close?
\nWho decides the fate of the rose?<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nA mystic flower
\n(Of strange power)
\n… a rare rose<\/p>\n
In the throes
\n(Of “who knows?)<\/p>\n
Spirits arose
\n(In our hour)
\nOf freewill
\n(Freed will… until….)<\/p>\n
[Final Chorus]
\nA mystic flower
\n(Of strange power)
\n… a rare rose<\/p>\n
As darkness grows
\n(The question flows)
\n… a rare rose<\/p>\n
Spirits arose
\n(In our hour)
\nOf freewill
\n(Freed will… until….)<\/p>\n
A mystic flower
\n(What will it show?)
\nA choice, a power
\n(Which way will we go?)<\/p>\n
In the throes
\n(Of “who knows?”)
\n… a rare rose<\/p>\n
[Outro]
\nPetal by petal
\n(The mystery grows)
\nWhispering softly
\n(What nobody knows)<\/p>\n
Freewill…
\n(Freed will…)<\/p>\n
Until…
\n(Until…)<\/p>\n
The garden sleeps
\nThe midnight blows
\nAnd somewhere in the shadows…
\nBlooms the rare rose.<\/p>\n