None had wondered why the rose got thorns
It must not be. 
For the flowers such as a rose in a garden like Eden
Must be beautiful and flawless, As God should put it.

Yet afterall, this rose had to grow from the very ground Like a dead man risen. It watched other flowers got picked easily
Like its life was worth nothing. 
It built itself spikes, so only those who dare hold it must endure its thorns

Now it is not enough to be just a flower,
To give grace to the picker.
This flower must also protect itself from the abuser
It is still the Rose that everyone know,

Everyone should remember that. That I.
Even stripped of what I gave freely, I remained a Rose. I remained a garden.
Whether you tend yours –
That’s between you and God