It takes enough courage
To let people walk over you
Does it hurt?
Oh yes, my dear.
Like thorns but, the dearer, the fiercer.
So why let them cross us over?
Because you, my love, were not born to hurt.
That was your clause, the cause of this pain.
To let them see love sometime,
Let them be touched by the warmth of love.
For they are hurt, deeply enough,
That the scents of love are beyond perception
And if they are ever touched,
This air, the rain and the sun will heal them
Probably as slowly as melting of a brick of Gold.
But then they will be gentle, for a long time
Because they never wanted to walk over you,
They all have a heart of gold
Though sometimes cold
They were just trying to rub on you
The thorns hurting
And stuck on their sweet feet.