Life is not a bed of roses,
A path of petals soft and sweet.
It's a thorny maze, a challenge it poses,
Where obstacles and trials we meet.

Each turn and step brings unexpected strife,
Like thorns that pierce and wound the soul.
The weight of burdens, a constant knife,
That tests our limits, takes its toll.

The path is narrow, the footing unsure,
As we navigate through life's harsh tide.
But in the midst of thorns, there's hope pure,
A beacon that guides us with its light.

For even in the darkest of nights,
The sun shall rise and bring us cheer.
With resilience and unwavering might,
We conquer thorns and cast away fear.

So let us embrace the thorny way,
With courage and a heart that's strong.
For life's lessons, we'll gladly pay,
As we bloom amidst the thorns we long.

For in the end, when trials we've faced,
And thorns have left their mark behind,
We'll emerge as roses, beauty graced,
A testament to strength we've defined.
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