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by Thea Sep 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
There you stand hidden But i can plainly see A rose amongst the thorns That's what you are to me A tear falls every second And every second of the day My rose amongst the thorns Shouldn't feel this way The wind of life will blow It happens to us all But you unlike the others Continue to stand tall Lord help me now I ask And watch from up above Look after my precious rose Remind him he'll always have love.