There is the part of the thorn on a rose, never seeing it's beauty. You look past it, only seeing the part afraid to touch. Knowing if you do, that it can be a painful stick. Thinking it does not matter, once you are punctured. You see your heart bleeding, from the hurting. You see black with no color, only part seen is red of anger. You must stop and get past the thorn, of the rose. Touch it petals to feel the softness, brushing your cheek. As it passes by, you will smell the sensual fragrance. Then you will see the colors of the rainbow. All vibrant with the drops of it's morning dew. As night again once appears, you will remember. It does really matter, that life offers you the beauty. Do not let it pass you by, seek out a star to wish upon. ~May All Your Dreams Come True~ |
Thorn (c) Brenda~Apr,2004 |
Matter (c) A.Krauss~ MY CD |
~Do Not Let Your Heart Bleed~ |