Thorns hang on a tree of gold and silver

The leaves mourn in songs of wind

Sent through the world

The sky hides its face

The ground shakes with grief

For death consumed the tree of gold and silver

Conquered by the thorns of the roses it had grown

Planting roses

Receiving nothing but thorns

Gone was the tree of gold and silver

Forever is eternal

And as a tree survives winter

This tree sprouted new life

Now roses hang on the tree of gold and silver

And they are free for all to embrace

Free of thorns

For they are roses of gold and silver.