Thorny – thorn – thorns:
Tangled Up In Thorns
Time is a river
Not a forgiver
Tangled up in thorns
Tattooed in bugles and horns
Played so loudly
Lived so proudly
Wrapped up so thorny
Until I came to scorn me
And learned that letting go
Was more than a show
In the will to survive
I am humbled but alive



