changing times

standing lost without a road
in the mid of a desert with no where to go
choices and hope of finding my way
but lost until i find the desert flower
such beauty, so calm and quite
a beautiful smell and lovely look
one flower with in a bush of thorns
poison drips from the thorn warring off
those who may think of it and want to take it
but the truth is i want it and i must try
i don't know how but i shall
so i sat and thought of what may happen
forsaken dream and restless nights
crying of silent soul out of sight
please my angel help me find the way
the thorns fade away and i think its all right
but when i think is the perfect time
new things shock me and things change
new problems in my way never free
of thinking how or when is the right time without
things changing through time and the soul
for more i know the more i fear
try to ignore but fail the sight of a flower
the light of a perfect soul, silent hidden away
time will pass and things will change