Every Rose Has It's Thorn

I am a rose with a thorn,

left with no feeling or soul.

So you might think?

This rose has fought Depression,

and still here stranding strong.


I have my thorns sticking out firm.

Protecting me from the Depression,

I still fight today.

But it's now not so hard to stay.


I have found a protecter,

So I will not wither.

And here together,

Never to be ripped appart.


So now you know,

Every rose has it's thorn.


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