The golden rose is
the giver of life,
Of things that are
good to believe in.
It sings of love
and life and light
And champions that
always win.
The golden rose is a honeysweet song,
That fills your soul with joy.
It turns old sick men, with death in their eyes
Into lightly stepping young boys.
The golden rose is an armful of light,
Lifting your spirit on high,
Making all possible, now there is hope
Giving sad hearts, wings to fly.
The golden rose is a light melody,
Filling our ears with its charm.
Protecting us all from evil and pain,
Keeping us safe from all harm.
The golden rose is love, all anew
Sprinkled across the whole earth.
To be used by those who belong to the light,
Keeping secure, by the hearth.
The golden rose is a power divine,
Given to me and to you.
Use its power for all of your life
Let love show your soul what to do.
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