Through the barbed thistles of life

I’ll run

thorns slicing my flesh

feel the blood run down

my limbs

I’ll run without regret;

Out on the streets

brought to my knees

where a cold north wind blows

I’ll rise up

put it to my backside

and walk straight into the sun;

Cut me with passion

pierce my soul with love

let me slip


and I’ll rise up

just to do it all over again;

You can love me

accuse me

break my heart in two

but I will always

rise up

‘cause I don’t mind

the scars

that come from knowing you.

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