is the rose ashamed of its thorns?

is the rose insecure of its red glow?

is the rose scared of prinking the thumb of the one who holds it?

can the rose be adored in its untainted glory?

dirty, dismayed, soiled at the bottom

mind roaming through the ceiling, still at a point of focus

rebellion is the color red, love is the same

all is one, all that i am is one

there is no condemnation for me

the thorns are in my refuge, the thorns are for my safety

this is the way of the rose in the garden

this is the way of the rose in the garden

my breath is powerful, my story is potent

all in all, sin, power, glory, fame rest in the palm of my hands

is the rose ashamed of its thorns?

will you break for shame, guilt and consequence?