I went out and saw a rose in a field
It was young and fragile
No thorns as shield
Then it looked at me and smiled.

I saw a rose in a field
It needed me
And I needed it
Must I stay or must I flee?

The petals were in full bloom
Scent all over the room
How do you resist such beauty?
I have cared for it deeply.

As I took it by hand
Its thorns pricked my heart
How can something so fragile
Hurt you the most in this life?

I saw my rose in the field
Withered but still beautiful
I hoped of getting it once more
But the wind carried it to the north

I came home and saw a rose in my garden
It was tall and strong
Thorns all around its stem
It will stay with me long.