Scent Of A Thorn
Scent Of A Thorn


Maiden in yellow
Fresh like a breeze
Scent of a rose
Bonds so close
Skies became dark
And ice set in
Rose became a thorn
Pricking the bonds
The hurt is deep
The ice never thaws
Pain is forever
Trust is gone.
O Mind, you must know
Life in all its hues
Light gives shadows
Breeze can be a storm.