Rosy Corner

when i saw the break of day
wish that i could fly away....
instead of kneeling in the sand.....
catching teardrops in my hand.
my heart is drenched in wine....but you will be on my mind...
forever....
and i spot at the side my rosy corner...
a feeling so strong it cannot be incarcerated.....a jubilating relief sets in
pure freedom...a dove takes flight....
but still those bars surround me...my heart is amongst a fight
which side to choose?
which to see right?
how may i follow my heart and still manage to be me?
when i saw the break of day...
wish that i could eat again
the lord is watching closely....
but im still kneeling....and still catching my teardrops....
but there are roses blooming around me.....rose in bloom....my rosy corner...