The Riddle and The RoseThe Riddle and The RoseMore Like This
An old woman sits with flowers in her hand
Tattered and withered are they
Roses once red, like her now greying hair
Stop & listen, you'll hear her say
"Give me a penny, I'll ask you a riddle
Ask you a riddle, will I
A small pearl of wisdom for every right answer,
So come on and give it a try"
A little girl, from out of the shadows steps forward,
With bright green eyes
She says to the woman, "your flowers are broken"
And then she begins to cry
Says the old woman "I'll ask you a riddle,
Ask you a riddle will I
Child, come closer, my voice is a whisper
I know you can hear, if you try"
The small girl gazed at the buildings around her,
So colourless, where is the life?
She looked at the woman, who lives by a riddle,
And she thinks of the stars at night
"I'll ask you a riddle, the woman says softly,
Ask you a riddle shall I
For these words are wisdom, as old as the sky
So come, come and listen my child"
FreyaTiny hands and tiny feet, unseen by mere mortalsMore Like This
Untouched heart and unknown breath,
Unborn human daughter
Would I hold your tiny heart, protect you from world's danger?
Watch you sleep and distant dreaming,
Could anyone have saved you?
A person wrapped in slumber-silence, at least no one can hurt you,
Sometimes I see you when I'm sleeping,
If I could I'd stay there with you
Never took that one first breath, tiny heart stopped beating
A child's short visit to the world,
Oh, life can be so fleeting