Straight down
to my heart it goes
The thick, sharp
thorns of a rose...
to my heart it goes
The thick, sharp
thorns of a rose...
No matter how bad
My heart seems to feel,
No matter how things
Seems pretty surreal
I know in my heart
That my spirit'll once again,
Soar and come alive
After a shower of life's pain.
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