Garden of Thorns
By Wings
In this world of grief and pain , Pleasures far and few . In a place of friendly foe , I can't tell who is who . I plant a garden of those whose path I cross along the way . Who to trust and who to watch I weed it every day . As seeds for weeds and flowers grow Only time will tell , Who to leave and who to love , Who will bloom and who will fail . Sometimes my garden of friends looks bleak In anguish I do morn . But then I see a rose has grown In my garden of thorns . Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 02:38 AM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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