“Show me your thorns and I’ll show you hands willing to bleed”

The need to be loved
The desire for happiness
The addiction to roses that only causes injury.
The thirst for validation
The will to achieve
The dreams of the past
Left as eternal inquiries.

Show me your thorns the beauty and reality of your rose,
Show me the parts of you nobody else knows.
Hands willing to bleed,
A soul that’s in need,
A desparation so strong such little in me to believe.
To believe I’ll be happy
To believe I’ll have relief
So...