They�ve told me�
Every rose has its thorn,
Like every person has some terrible flaw
And they say it�s got to be fixed
That�s what they see
When they glimpse a rose
No matter how beautiful it can be
It�s always afflicted
So they cut the thorns to conform it
To beauty and display without
Hurting themselves
They�ve told me�
Every rose has its thorn,
Like every person has some terrible flaw
And they say it�s got to be fixed
That�s what they see
When they glimpse a rose
No matter how beautiful it can be
But that�s not what I see
When I glimpse a rose
For I see more than they can
More than lovely petals or stems
They�ve told me�
Every rose has its thorn,
Like every person has some terrible flaw
And they say it�s got to be fixed
That�s what they see
When they glimpse a rose
No matter how beautiful it can be
It�s always afflicted
So they cut the thorns to conform it
To beauty and display without
Hurting themselves
I say to them�
Every rose has its thorn,
Like every person has
Their own barriers
Their own castle walls and battering rams
To defend themselves with
It�s never afflicted
So I�ll never cut the thorns and fix it
Instead I�ll display it as it is
It�s beautiful
Put your flowers in water before they wilt,
They say they�ve got to be saved
And see how beautiful it can be?
It�s made for perfection
In your lovely glass vase
So they throw it in water, help it
And there, you�ve saved it,
It owes you one
Throw away the flowers when they wilt,
They say they can�t be bothered with any longer
See how ugly and repulsive they are?
They�re made for abhorrence
In your large black trash bag
So they throw it in the garbage, kill it
And there, it�s done its duty here
It owes us one