I’m like a rose with thorns,
you can look but not touch.
My halo is held by my invisible horns,
if only you could believe such.

I have no freedom,
my home is like a prison cell,
rules! rules! rules!-many are so dumb.
One day my stem was cut and I fell.

There is no hope for me,
how could I ever be the same again?
If this is what it feels like to be free,
then I have been given the mark of Cain.

I was all alone,
I was rejected by men,
I felt like a stepping stone,
since I was trampled on every now and then.

It seems like a decade,
I was being put on display,
I was being betrayed,
I was...part of a flower bouquet!

This really must be something good,
I feel wanted now,
I must have somehow misunderstood,
I am being held now by someone taking a bow.

I now belong to someone,
I now know that true love truly exists,
but in the long run,
I am the one who he persists.

He sees my petals have been messed with,
yet he says I am beautiful.
Could it just be that I am his fifth,
I couldn’t believe such bull!

I am now being pressed hard,
I have grown smaller and without any care.
He surely caught me off guard,
and how did I become part in a love affair?
Days went by without any conversation,
I felt forgotten and neglected,
then I came to the realization,
that I was actually being protected.

This really must be something good,
he wants to keep me for as long as he can,
so he brought me out of the hood,
and now I just might be falling in love with this mystery Man.

I am like a rose with thorns,
you can look but not touch...