Lyrics: You can focus on the thorns And be filled with such great fright That you fail to see the rose And miss out on its delights Things are seldom as they seem And senses sometimes don’t sense right If thorns can mask a rose Then maybe day can come from night Set your hopes sky high But your expectations low And leave plenty of room For a garden that might grow Roses red and violets blue Among the weeds may soon show But if you never plant a seed You’ll never get to know