The lessons are severe The pains of growth are needed I do not posses the knowledge By shielding myself from the rain We bloom above the thorns we need From the onset we ripen and rot We know the bitterness of the soil From intertwining long ago The sign of things to come The pleasure inside the suffering Now guide the broken compass Back to the point where you most learned We bloom above the thorns we need From the onset we ripen and rot We know the soil's bitterness From intertwining long ago No more shall the weeds choke me In increments I expand my horizon