Whorl - Wrought

She was someone that he used to know
She was someone that he used to know, a while ago down in east Barlow
But the train came down and dragged him round the city alight
Tempted him from fire and flame from Barlow owed the flight
And the roses fell quickly
And the jester held the spade
He rode into Roseland
Looking for the knot frayed
The corners wind in the pouring rain and howl out to the floodgates
And the fathers thank their daughters
And the farmers their water for the sacrifices that they made
From the light to the shade the path will be made and the songs will be sung softly
Between the old and the new, and the books that were once grew
Lies a gray that won't fade away
She was someone that he used to know
She was someone that he used to know, a while ago down in east Barlow
But the train came down and dragged him round the city alight
Tempted him from fire and flame from Barlow owed the flight
From fire and flame the roses make their name on the ashes of the past
The first and the last are smelted from the cast in which the barren ground was passed
Laughing as he spades and the grass starts to fade the jester tells you his name
From the corner of an eye it's brighter on the other side or at least the rest of us claimed
Wrought, my name is wrought
And I'll take you down that spiral path to reap the roses that had not fought
Wrought, they start to rot
The roses died they frayed the knot if only they could have been bought
Wrought, beaten and raw
Iron and fire can't save the pot from its own desire
Wrought, the bow was taut
From its own desire the rose was sprung and soon will be another one
He came from Barlow
And the garden of roses that he used to know
Was called upon by fire and flame
By the jester who made the claim that a name can only be a name

Written by:
David Tapper

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