Every Rose Has Its Thorn

For every time we take a breath And every time we stop to rest, To look around at all that grows Embracing all the love that flows. Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn For every tear of sorrow we weep The new day of thousands in forgotten sleep, Unhinged the heart of one more soul For King or Queen or eternal goal. Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn The last of the tommys lays his wreath For next time he may lye beneath, Reunited with friends separated long ago To re-live the highest high and the lowest low. Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn For every rose For every thorn For every darkness Unveils a new morn