The Suffering Thorns

I want to remember       
When I first heard the song       
Where there came to life       
The suffering thorns,       
       
The rust of the memory       
It echoes the dark       
Piercing through trammels    
Deep down in my heart,       
                 
To a suffering within me    
Where the strum of a harp  
Bade me pains of affection    
With the light of pure love,  
       
I want to remember       
When I first heard the song       
Where there came to life       
The suffering thorns,       
 
My heart bled so long,     
       
The fragrance is near me       
The essence is warm,       
But as soon as it woke me,       
In an instant was gone,       
       
Was it blood that gave life       
To the thorns,       
Or was it thorns       
That gave light to the world...