Heavy Is My Crown
Heavy is my crown of roses, Every sting a thorn in repose,
Thoughts buzz angrily to an frow, From blossom to bright petal's they go,
Ever changing each bee a mood, Flying from Sad to Angry and Happy to Sober through,
Visiting each a rose in their time, Then with each trip they make I will find,
My mind encircled each thought with a bloom, Every worry wrapped tightly but without a wound,
The Crown Of Roses upon my brow is bound, An Heavy always will be My Crown.
