When Roses Bleed Thorns

When Roses Bleed Thorns ballad

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When roses bleed thorns-
it’s time to prune them.
Waiting for seasons to change-
is like waiting for silence to resolve-
conflicts- a game of pride and rank.

When roses bleed thorns-
thistles outgrow the rosebuds;
until color is lost to chaos-
like taste waning to cost.
So don’t lose faith to controversy.

When roses bleed thorns-
barks dry out of life and pleasantry-
like a song that’s been forgotten-
to words like aphids plaguing-
roses with disease and decay.

When roses bleed thorns-
watering its roots won’t stop-
the sap from staining your hands.
You can wipe your hands clean-
but they will still smell blood.

When roses bleed thorns-
don’t just push away the thorns-
or leaves hinging on them-
for your roses will just grow deformed-
so cut off that gangrenous bark!

When roses bleed thorns-
treat each branch like-
a finger that needs grooming-
through work and nutrition-
Not all your fingers are the same.

When roses bleed thorns-
they lose their essence forever-
to protectors defecting –
to steal their blossoms.

When roses bleed thorns-
the truth is lost to being right-
kindness is slayed in the name of pride-
like a hero turned in as a traitor!

When roses bleed thorns-
feuds permeate the soil-
reaching the roots killing-
harmony and dissolving-
what was once a family.

When roses bleed thorns-
remember he who waters-
the rose must water the thorn-
for every rose tree is a family-
bearing a rose and thorn-
on each branch and bark.

When roses bleed thorns-
take time to smell the roses-
but mind you thorns will remain.
So be like a rose not a thorn-
and open up yourself to beauty-
and Love to receive the truth-
about people, life, and family.

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