There are the roses and there are the thorns
There's a time for happiness and there's a time to mourn
There's a time to love and when love is faded and worn
Instead of the roses, there are the thorns
Once there was spring and the flowers were gentle and sweet
I inhaled the goodness of love and my life was complete
I reached for the rose and its petals
Were crushed by my touch
I love too hard and the thorns are now hurting too much
Winter comes on with no mercy for those unprepared
Coldness creeping on a heart that a dead love leaves there
Loving too much leaves the wreckage like that of a storm
Yet the dust instead of the roses
Now I am holding the thorns
Roses and thorns, so close together they grow
Blindness and sadness, emotions
That everyone knows
When there is one, the other can't be far behind
Oh no
I've held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mine
Roses and thorns, so close together that they grow
Roses and thorns, so close together they grow
Blindness and sadness, emotions


Roses and thorns, so close together they grow
Blindness and sadness, emotions
That everyone knows
When there is one, the other can't be far behind
No, it can't
I held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mine
When there is one, the other can't be far behind

I held the rose and the stem with the thorns is now mine