They say every rose has its thorn
But I prefer to believe otherwise
That darkness isn’t forlorn
Every thorn has its rose tonight
The girl with the nasty attitude
Treating everyone like scum
Deep down she’s lost like you
Fear keeps this rose from love
They say every rose has its thorn
But I prefer to believe otherwise
That darkness isn’t forlorn
Every thorn has its rose tonight
But some make her worse
Little understanding those fears
She’s never really heard
As she’s at home alone with her tears
They say every rose has its thorn
But I prefer to believe otherwise
That darkness isn’t forlorn
Every thorn has its rose tonight
People and their emotions she doesn’t understand
No-one to show her how to do so
So she rules with an iron hand
But in private insecure feeling low
They say every rose has its thorn
But I prefer to believe otherwise
That darkness isn’t forlorn
Every thorn has its rose tonight
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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