Friend I need your hand every morning but anger and beauty and hope these roses make one rose. Friend I need a hand every evening but anger and hope and beauty are three roses that make one rose. Let's fix our bed it's in splinters and I want to stay all year. Let's fix our bed it's in splinters and I want to stay all year. Did you hear what that woman on Grafton Street was saying? You won't be killed today. We don't even know we're born.
From Door in the Mountain. Copyright © 2004 by Jean Valentine. Reprinted with permission of Wesleyan University Press.