Thorny Road 
 
I had journeyed the road of enjoyment,  
A highway that made me complete,  
Till I lost my way through this passage  
And started to stroll the backstreet.  
 
I looked at the thorns and the bristles,  
Remembering my life had been poor,  
And right in between all those thistles  
Was a bud I hadn't seen there before.  
 
Burrowed between the regrets,  
And nestled amid those tough trials,  
Were blossoms that had been maturing  
Into roses that had gone on for miles.  
 
Street after street I was turning,  
Corner after corner I fled,  
And rose after rose began blooming  
Each lying in their own flower bed.  
 
So, though I had left all contentment,  
And walked down this road bittersweet,  
It was on this pathway I found  
Without thorns I would not be complete.