A butterfly
Landed on a rose
With thorns so sharp
The butterfly was torn and scratched

It died that day
No one mourned for it
Not a soul cried
Did anyone notice at all

The tainted rose
Lost it's innocence
'Twas pure no more
It's heart now grew cold and bitter

No one noticed
Not a soul made sure
Innocence died
Now it's gone for ever and more

We all grew thorns
But what are they for
To keep us safe
Or just to hurt the ones we love