Bed of Roses

It is a bed of roses

it is somewhere to lay your head

you see the thorns now don't you

but what did you expect

Life blows breezy dreams through windows

some linger

some move on

but laying there you feel the things

that should be touched upon

A fragrant thorn

a gentle bud

should anyone lie here to rest

to be pricked and born

or to clutch sweet love

it's here that chances are best

It is a bed of roses

it is somewhere to lay your head

you see the thorns now don't you

but what did you expect

It is a bed of roses

it is a bed of roses

it is a bed

of roses

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