The Thorn of The Past

The Thorn of The Past

In the garden of memories I tread,
Where shadows of time quietly spread,
The roses bloom with silent grace,
The thorn of the past, it leaves its trace.
They prick my heart, they tear my soul,
But in their pain, I find control.

Through the years that passed, I walk alone,
Beneath the weight of seeds once sown,
The fragrance of love, now long decayed,
The thorn of the past, it cannot be swayed.
Yet, I carry them with steady hands,
For in them, I understand.

The world spins fast, but I stand still,
Bound by the chains of my own will,
Each step forward, a step back in time,
The thorn of the past, it's the silent crime.
I feel the pull of my own past,
Yet I move forward, at last.

The thorns of past, they pierce so deep,
In the night when I'm meant to sleep,
They whisper to me, their voices clear,
The thorn of the past, it draws me near.
But I hold them close, like old friends,
For their pain never ends.

I chase the sun through endless skies,
But the past clings to my weary eyes,
It calls me back, to the days gone by,
The thorn of the past, it makes me cry.
The thorns of past, they still remain,
A reminder of every pain.

Each tear that falls, a memory lost,
Each memory, a never-ending cost,
The thorns of past, they never fade,
The thorn of the past, it's deeply laid.
They linger on, they never cease,
Until I find my inner peace.

In the silence of a broken heart,
The thorns of past tear me apart,
Yet still I stand, I do not break,
The thorn of the past, it's mine to take.
I carry on for my own sake,
The thorns of past, they shape my soul.

The world moves on, as I stay behind,
Trapped in memories I can't unwind,
The thorns of past, they pull me down,
The thorn of the past, it's my own crown.
But I rise up from the ground,
They whisper truths I can't ignore.

The past is a shadow I cannot flee,
It haunts me, but it also sets me free,
For in the thorns, I find my way,
The thorn of the past, it leads me to stay.
Each prick, each tear, a price to pay,
The thorns of past, they guide my path.

I dream of a future without these thorns,
A life where love no longer mourns,
But the past keeps calling, in whispers low,
The thorn of the past, it will not go.
They remind me of what I've lost,
And what it cost.

In the quiet of the night, I breathe,
The thorns of past, they never leave,
They cling to me, with gentle grace,
The thorn of the past, it's in my face.
A reminder of my sacred place,
The thorns of past, they lead me on.

I see the world through eyes of pain,
The thorns of past, they leave their stain,
But I wear them proudly, like a crown,
The thorn of the past, it weighs me down.
A reminder that I will not drown,
The thorns of past, they make me whole.

The thorns of past, they shape my fate,
In every wound, I hesitate,
Yet still I move, I cannot stay,
The thorn of the past, it will not sway.
The past is gone, but the pain will sway,
The thorns of past, they never die.

Each breath I take, I breathe in pain,
The thorns of past, they remain,
But in their shadows, I see the light,
The thorn of the past, it holds me tight.
A beacon in the darkest night,
The thorns of past, they teach me how.

I stand at the crossroads of time,
The thorns of past, they make me climb,
But in each step, I find my strength,
The thorn of the past, it goes to great length.
To walk away, to go the length,
The thorns of past, they set me free.

In the whispers of the wind I hear,
The thorns of past, they draw near,
But I do not fear, I do not run,
The thorn of the past, it's the only one.
For the past is over, the battle won,
The thorns of past, they taught me much.

With every wound, I grow more strong,
The thorns of past, they don't feel wrong,
They remind me of what I've overcome,
The thorn of the past, it makes me numb.
The battles fought, the wars I've won,
The thorns of past, they make me whole.

I look to the future, bold and bright,
The thorns of past, they lose their might,
They fade away, like shadows gone,
The thorn of the past, it lingers on.
And in their place, the light shines on,
The thorns of past, they taught me grace.

The journey's long, but I am strong,
The thorns of past, they don't belong,
I shed them now, like old skin worn,
The thorn of the past, it's reborn.
For in my heart, a new life is born,
The thorns of past, they fade away.

The thorns of past, they are my guide,
Through every tear, through every stride,
I carry them, but they do not weigh,
The thorn of the past, it shows the way.
For in their pain, I found my way,
The thorns of past, they shaped my mind.