A Path of Roses and Snake Hisses

From everything dark and crude
I wanted to escape
From every hurt and suffering
But running was a sour grape.

Life is not a path of roses
Its roads wind and scream
To find a shortcut through this trip
Would be a truly wicked dream.

So I walk the frigthful road
And in it take my pride
Human is what I need to be
Even on a dreadful ride.

I wanted to be myself
To possess a proud zeal
And I wanted to be strong
Never in need to heal.

I gave my very best
Powerful, bold and free
When a rose bush came to obstruct my way
Growing firm in front of me.

All the power, bold and free
Melted hopelessly and fast
The stone heart where used to be
Broken crumbles turned to dust.

Why now curse the new-found sorrow
When the fault lies all in me
I went down the charming way
I forgot how to be free.

Hear the snakes hiss:
Happiness lives here no more!
Love can only gleeful be
If you’re true to your being’s core.