Bed of Roses

The thing About roses, They draw you in With beauty. They deceive You into thinking If you had them, Life would be easy. But you don’t Think about the thorns That have torn Skin like yours. The petals are supple And yeah, they feel good, But they’re fragile. Take caution Of what lies in A bed of roses, ‘Cause you’ve never known The love grown Into the rose. It’s spikes Are there to protect, Speaking lessons Of the rose’s stem. They guard and serve to remind Of the times the terrain’s been unkind. And it is Resilient, But delicate, And must be met By nurturing hands That understand A patient grasp. Take caution Of what lies in A bed of roses, ‘Cause you’ve never known The love grown Into the rose. Bridge: If you attempt To bring the rose in To your garden, Will you provide The soil and light Needed to thrive When there is pain, Will you use the rain For healing Together… Or will you wither In your heart’s desert? ‘Cause you don’t Think about the thorns That have torn Skin like yours… Take caution Of what lies in A bed of roses, ‘Cause you’ve never known The love grown Into the rose. Take caution Of what lies in A bed of roses, ‘Cause you’ve never known The love grown Into the rose.