Running through the garden of life With thorns scratching my skin Piercing through my feet Making me bleed Driving me to tears The pain as unbearable as it is Strengthens me to thrive in thorns I see not the thorns as they are stuck to my skin I have my eyes set on my happy place Thorns or not I have got to get there As colorful and sweet as roses are, they grow in thorns I will thrive in thorns.