Body of Light - Lucid Dreaming World-Collective Unconscious Mind

Precious winter rose

Beautiful and rare

Precious winter rose

In the garden there

Now there’s only thorns

In the garden there

All of the petals are tattered and torn

Scattered everywhere

And the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine

Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine

Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine

Was mine

Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine

Was mine

Was mine