Within thee dark cave
A small weed did grow
A plant full of love
A mistletoe

It conquered the darkness
And to all our surprise
It shone it's pure light
No regret or demise

And from this pure light
A small rosebud rose
Up from the earth
Towards the mistletoe

It broke through the concrete
It blossomed, it bloomed
It ached for some water
To drink before ruined

And at this rose
Thee young Pan stopped by
He piped a soft tune
And looked at the sky

He played of the flower
Full of lust and compassion
He played of the romance
Only a rose could fashion

He played a pure song
That washed away dry fall
And brought water to the rose
Proving beauty conquers all