Well, bed of thorns, I'll tell you
Life for me ain't been no clean cut
Its had splinters
And scars
And burns
And shattered remains-
Torn
But all the time
I'se been prying out thorns
And cleaning out the pain
And bandaging my soul
And sometimes healing alone in shadows
So, bed of thorns, don't you leave me
Don't you stop growing thorns
'Cause you finds that you are nailed to me
Don't you pry away
For I'se still have thorns inside
I'se still need a place to hide
And life for me ain't been no clean cut