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
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