Blessed is a heart once broken but finds a way back home
Pricked fingers against thorned faces once here, now gone

Faces of roses fragranced in deceit yet showing colours of love
With roots scarcely below the surface, ready to let go of their grounds

Grounds a heart once wandered, believing they were home
But tripped over their unsettled roots and fell onto unforgiving thorns

Pricked fingers bled on the roses with much fright and despair
Alas, the thorned faces had no love to spare

Blinded is a heart for believing love can be given by thorns
But blessed is a heart once broken and found its way back home