Looking for the perfect rose,
Following the sunsets glow,
Walking on this winding road,
Leading me away from home,
I still have a ways to go and
I can't tell how far I've roamed,
I know the path I travel's slow,
The journeys hard a cold wind blows,
See I've been searching high and low,
Through deserts, plains, and wooded groves,
On mountain tops through deepest snows,
The desperation only grows,
I ask the powers above and below,
Will this endless quest ever close?,
Will I forever be alone...?