Desert Rose

There is more to a story than fame and glory
There's more to words than nouns and verbs
A sweep of the hand upon the sand
Is worth more to me than any plot of land
For deep within that single motion
Could be held a flood of love and devotion
In time unending and troubled years
We find growing the loveliest of roses

What you say means nothing to me
What you do is what rings true
Yet even then feelings will not change
What's past is past, will not be rearranged
My flood for you has run dry
Yearn still I will till the day we die
In time unending and troubled years
I saw leaving me the most loveliest of roses