Blossom

The thorns,oh man may spike thy side In the shrubs and farms in the field of life Thy wounds may bleed like the drips of rain As if thy strength be poured and drained Thy neighbour of ages or friend indeed Might never for real comprehend thy need Or the seeds that bang at the core of thy pains As they see thy weary leaves and seeds Thy wounds, oh man, may be dry by day As you grin and pose like a model bright Thy tears of life from men you may hide But at night you bear thy tears and fears Arise , oh brothers, great or small Thy fights and tears are well renown Be strong my lovely sisters sweet For thy will can wheel thy ship ashore Arise and take thy ship ashore From the wrecks and dirts shall come thy reign Resolve to be strong by day and by night And soon thy tears shall cease like the rain So recall there comes a ray of light Beyond the storms you see at sea Be strong for thy storms shall soon be ceased And a beam of light shall soon be seen So, take thy colours bold and red And thy head be straight ahead again For great is the man that wills to win And be ready to arise and bloom again