A Rose In A Field Of Weeds
“When others see a field of weeds
You see a place where flowers may grow…
When others walk by and frown
You walked until you found a rose
Who am I but a man that shows
Withered petals and a broken stem…
In a field of yellowed grass I live
Hoping to be saved by a gentle hand…
In a burnt field where everything is grim
You were unafraid and made your way to the rose you’d seen…
But who am I but a man among weeds?
I’m covered with thorns….
Something I’ve never felt before touched me
And suddenly I wasn’t broken or torn….
Your hand, it poured with compassion
You had a touch that turned my existence a warm and tender green…
Thank you for being someone who was willing to see
And reach out to a rose in a field of weeds…”
Dedicated to E…Sleep provides no refuge
From the beauty of your eyes…..