I was once a flower
Growing wild on the prairie
Among the buffalo grass and bluestem
You said I was a tender rose
Yes
But do you remember
The thorns that hid beneath the blooms
Piercing the hand
That dared to touch
Pink petals
That trembled in the morning dew?
I know a place
Where the briar-rose still grows
A wild tangle of dawn-tinted blooms
A profusion of perfume so heady
It can woo the weary
And heal the broken heart
That dares to touch it
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