It is lonely smelling roses,
When your friend sees only thorns
And it hurts to see her mocking,
As her future daughter mourns -
-Mourning for the endless beauty
She was not brought up to see
As she's raised within the ghetto
Of the pampered and the free.
And it's lonely drinking nectar
When a friend claims she has no thirst
And it hurts to be rejected,
When she thinks you've done so first
And she asks why you're so closed
When you've just opened up your heart
Can't you offer her the rose and help
To tear the thorns apart?
When you've found your secret garden
And your wish is just to share
Then it's lonely when a friend
Can't seem to care.