45 Roses

Caught up in the blizzard
Lost my way home
Frost coats my veins
I'm going in circles

Holding my breath
Wade through the snow
No angels in sight
To catch my fall

Forty-five roses in my hand

A stranger in the whiteout
An ugly struggle
Missteps and falls
Rise after tumble

Up back in the saddle
Know where I'm heading for
A place without battle

Forty-five roses in my hand
Sundry scents made who I am

Forty-five roses in my hand
Still so many colours I'm going to blend

Forty-five roses in my hand
Forty-five roses in my hand
Forty-five roses in my hand
Forty-five roses in my hand
Forty-five roses in my hand



Credits
Writer(s): Vincenzo Perrotta
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