Here on the plane of existence There as a matter of fact Harboring some resistance If you never even ever come back Surrounded now by sharp grey thorns The rose with its pedals a flame Drawn in near by the scent No matter the tangle or pain There's a crack in the rock Where the rose grows A crack in the rock that's plain to see Was it the power of the flower That gave the rock a knock Or had the stone always known How it would be? Here on this plane of existence Here as a matter of fact Offering no resistance If we ever I mean never Come back Here on the plane No matter the pain