Broken but Love the Rose broken is how i have become
broken, just as well as numb
living not reconising a single thing
seeming to dangle from a single string
my finest hours are your darkest days
and the light of the sun are yours and not my ways
the ocean floor brings my mangled body a new reason
like the way a oak tree changes with a new season
thoughts strewn about my scatterd mind
fallen from a such a height to get behind
to love the rose u must b hurt by the thorn
for u cant love without faults to adorn
as i have found love at the bottom with the rocks so sharp to cut my skin
and i have found love within
and listning to graceful sounds of my old violin