by Leigh Anne Dawson
To lie in a bed of roses,
To feel the silkiness against my skin,
How it comforts me,
Though feeling so alone,
There was a time
When skies weren't cloudy,
And it seldom ever rained,
But as the clouds begin to rumble,
Once again there's so much pain.
So I'll lie in my bed of roses,
And wait till the storm subsides,
And use the petals from my bed,
To wipe away the tears I've cried.