The Beauty We've Found - Pascale Picard

The seasons change

The flowers wither

I believe we should

Stop and smell the roses

'Cause maybe this time

It won’t blow up in our faces

And if it does, we’ll gather up the pieces

But now let ourselves be drawn

To the beauty we’ve found

It comes and goes

Sometimes even vanishes away

Or find ourselves alone

Hiding from heartbreak

It comes and goes

But true love’s a needle in the hay

The faces change

But the thorns remain

Wild roses keep growing

Though you look away

And maybe this time

It will blow up in our face

But only to fall back into place