Desert Rose Two shadows slipping through the night, Unaware of the watching eyes. They stop by a spot, And stay there for a while.
Time goes by and the seeds grow Into the most beautiful of roses.
Red as blood, Glowing as fire. Withstanding the desert heat And the harsh weather. The warmth it gives. Oh desert rose, I can see the fire of your color, A glimpse of your flames. Oh desert rose, I can hear all the stories that you tell of the desert, Stories of love.