This life is but a garden bed,
The rain it comes and goes,
But you can prick yourself on all the thorns,
Or you can learn to love the rose.
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For the Broken
PoetryPoems to comfort you when you feel as if you are surviving, not living. For you are stronger than you will ever know!
Humble
This life is but a garden bed,
The rain it comes and goes,
But you can prick yourself on all the thorns,
Or you can learn to love the rose.
