Briar Rose A hundred years laid down to sleep The eyes of dawn shut tight 'Neath stars of old that whispered "mine," the rose knew not to fight They tore her skin, they cut her Blood red as chalice wine It matched the lips upon her Stained crimson for her time A hundred years she slumbered Through half-lidded sleepy eyes And in her daze they sought her Greed pining for the prize Hair spun like gold-- now shorn Jewels glistening at her skin-- now gone Heart pure and sworn-- now old Voice like a song-- now dim They stole her from the world They took key and locked her in A hundred years now gone to waste A hundred years now passed A hundred years of fitful dreams A hundred years at last A hundred years to say goodbye But she did not have the chance He woke her and he took her There was no looking back A hundred years of pain and bliss A hundred years of this! A hundred years to change my name My fate sealed with a kiss.