the sun is rising up, the glow is warm upon your feeble heart.
it seeps into your aching bones, but it just don't feel the way it used to.
you've got thorns inside your head, they twist your tongue to speak with words like knives.
they tangle round your shaking fingers, and tear a part at your paper skin.
you still have flowers in your mind.
they're just overgrown with the thorns you let inside.
let yourself bloom, and leave the rest behind.
it's time to heal your heavy soul.