There it lies, hearth of the home
Beware it’s thorns, they’ll cut you so
But it’s love is pure
Poison it may be
If I prune it with heed, it sustains me
There it lies, frosted in ice
It’s lost its glow, it’s lost its bite
But it always grows back
Fierce it thrives
Poison it may be
If we give it light, it can learn how to breathe
Harvest and harness it
All the love, rip through me
Enveloping as a velvet sea
All the love, rip through me
Enveloping as a velvet sea
