What is a rose without thorns
But a flower half as sweet
What is a night without the moon
But a darker night
What is a ocean without the waves
But a mirror to the eyes
There is never reason behind the glass
Never mastery of the soul
We know not what we cannot see
Nor what the future holds
But we look forward to tomorrow
In hopes of better days
Of tolerable odds
Or less of this inevitable pain
But we know not if it comes
We hope for happiness
But sometimes hope for sorrow
We hope in our hearts that the pain isn’t to intense
But what is life without pain
But a way to bide the time
What is a heart without sorrow
But a way to deal with grief
What is a heart without love
But a way to make us meek
But a way to make us meek
What are we now without Her love
What are we now without Her permission
We maybe nothing
Or we maybe something
We may be no one
We may be everyone
But what are we now
In Her eyes
A rose without thorns
A night without the Moon
An Ocean without waves
What are we now
In Her eyes
For She sees everything.
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