why do i hate the thorn
the penetrates my side
why do i despite the tear
the rolls from my eye
why do i loathe the blow
that hites me from behind
and drops me down to my knees
as i bleed from inisde

i know thats wrong

because the pain...
its instigates the growth
that makes me whole
and the tears...
they purify the conceit
from my soul
and the wounds...
they heal
even stronger than before

you have to tear the muscle
to build it any more

(the thorn)
lights the flame that kills
the cold and lonly spirit
(the tear)
cocks the trigger that stills
those weak enough to fear it

(the blow)
lays the brick that builds
a strenghtening foundation
(the thorn)
thinks the thought
that fills the soul with determination

i know this rain instigates the growth
that makes me whole
i know these tears
purge the conceit from my soul