She's the rose behind the thorns,
she sees the devil's horns,
from behind the wall,
sad and afraid, she feels so small.

someone approaches, she shys away,
how can I tell from friend and enemy,
how can I tell from night and day,
when oppressors surround me.

she's the rose behind the thorns,
out of place, alone and fragile,
from her refuge she sees the devil's horns,
she's afraid of the deadly smile

she's unreachable, a piece of glass,
frightened of being shattered,
her feelings fall like splinters fast
her ambitions torn and tattered.

the rose surrounded by thorns,
bitten by the cold winter frost,
fearing the devil's horns,
to escape whatever the cost.

she wants to find love,
she wants to seek acceptance,
no one'll fly her like a dove,
the daemons are advancing their stance.

the rose behind the thorns,
she greets death with a shudder,
the devil charging with horns,
where is her knight in armour.

she's scared, alone and lost,
she wants out whatever the cost,
she cries in pain,
there's no love only cold rain.

she'll find her life,
she'll grow strong again,
she'll fight with strife,
from fear she will refrain.

the rose behind the thorns,
her face is a mask of cold,
she can see the devil's horns, she greets him with a will of stone.

� Elysia N. Fields