The Slits Follow

My mama watered mine, and raised me to be
A rose, a rose, or some greater thing
Mama, you're beautiful to me

Oh my daddy, I want you to know
Your little, baby girl became that rose
The bloom, the bloom blushed deeper red
With every drop of sacrifice you bled

There's no growing without any pain
There's no flowers without the rain
We are bound together by blood that's flowing through us
And that's the way it is with love

I have a vision, a hope and a dream
I see a hill, across a healing stream
Where the rose arose, to set us free
And the cross became a family tree

There's no growing without any pain
There's no flowers without the rain
We are bound together by blood that's flowing through us
And that's the way it is with love

Circle of God turns around
And turns us into special things, somehow
And one day we'll hold little flowers of our own
And we'll sacrifice so that they can grow

'Cause there's no growing without any pain
There's no flowers without the rain
We are bound together by blood that's flowing through us
And that's the way it is with love

There's no growing without any pain
There's no flowers without the rain
We are bound together by blood that's flowing through us
And that's the way it is with love

That's the way, that's the way, that's the way it is with love
That's the way, that's the way, that's the way it is with love
That's the way that's the way that's the way it is with love
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My mama watered mine, and raised me to be
A rose, a rose, or some greater thing