There are the roses and there are the thornsThere's a time for happiness and there's a time to mournThere's a time to love and when love is faded and wornInstead of the roses, there are the thornsOnce there was spring and the flowers were gentle and sweetI inhaled the goodness of love and my life was completeI reached for the rose and its petalsWere crushed by my touchI love too hard and the thorns are now hurting too muchWinter comes on with no mercy for those unpreparedColdness creeping on a heart that a dead love leaves thereLoving too much leaves the wreckage like that of a stormYet the dust instead of the rosesNow I am holding the thornsRoses and thorns, so close together they growBlindness and sadness, emotionsThat everyone knowsWhen there is one, the other can't be far behindOh noI've held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mineRoses and thorns, so close together that they growRoses and thorns, so close together they growBlindness and sadness, emotionsRoses and thorns, so close together they growBlindness and sadness, emotionsThat everyone knowsWhen there is one, the other can't be far behindNo, it can'tI held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mineWhen there is one, the other can't be far behindI held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mine