Dark as roses fine as sand feel your healing and your sting again Hear you laughing and my soul is saved on forgotton graves you cry Cry like ivy up my spin through my nerves and into my eyes Cuts like anguish or recollections of better days gone by But it’s alright when you’re caught in pain and you feel the rain come down It’s alright when you find your way then you see it disappear It’s alright though your garden’s gray I know all your graces someday will flower In the sweet sunshower eyes like oceans so far away a feather trail to a better way worried mornings turn into days then into worried nights but it’s alright