It is Angels incorrect,
Who turns thorn into rose.
With lies so direct,
Suspicion does not pose.
For twisted wickedness has an effect,
That hunts free deer’s and doe’s.
And the pain that tries to perfect,
Leaves hearts forever closed.
It is Angels incorrect,
Who turns thorn into rose.
With lies so direct,
Suspicion does not pose.
For twisted wickedness has an effect,
That hunts free deer’s and doe’s.
And the pain that tries to perfect,
Leaves hearts forever closed.