Every Rose Has Its Thorn

I see the wind gallop by me, I grab it To shelter it on a canvas. I carry some doubts with me In case I end up loving too much. But you just think you don’t have enough courage To pass through the shadow In front of me, Now I’m writing these to you To let you know It’s just the fog in your mind. Sometimes I find myself Considering the worst, Nobody else knows I’m making myself Believe it’s just not the worst possible. Pessimistic “dreams” aloud, Yelling and crying women around, Deeper and deeper wounds, Closing your ears to cries. Tell me, Do you feel safe enough? Don’t suppose I’m just sitting in dark, Because we all need time to decide. It’s sometimes When you take a lonely path up, When you give silence up, When you break up. Remember, The sunflowers turn to the light When the sun goes up. You kept on whispering, You were simply judging Who you don’t know at all. You imagined you could Deafen me by your biting noises, You said you could Defend yourself on white horses: You should’ve had your soul as your shield, You should’ve taken your mind as your sword. Pardon me If I have been strong, If I have put you far away, If I haven’t called you for help, If I have taken the hardest way. I just had to learn to stand with you in your way With my own spirit Pretending to be hidden in my eyes. Tho’ you should’ve been told: Every rose has its thorn.