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Thorns
Beautiful rose, she lies alone,
Surrounds herself with thorns
Won't allow herself to love
Her heart can take no more
It's frozen now
She lashes out
At the world so cruel and cold,
Yet mourning is her soul
Then one day he comes along,
Reaches through the thorns
Watches blood spill endlessly
As his flesh is torn
Yet he loves her
He offers her his hand,
She throws fire at him instead
Yet he loves her
And with it, melts the ice around her heart
Into the light he pulls her,
Knocks down her walls,
And clips away her thorns
In the sun she is at last
For his bravery,
For all his love,
He is the first to hear her laugh
