i was talking with a friend,we were sharing experiences.i opened up a moment in my life,a skeleton.i thought i laid this to rest,(hence the grave yard).the friend i put looking in on a scene.the scene, someone we trust,who turns out to be untrustworthly.when we are young we do not always know that which is taught is wrong.we just know it was wrong.we ask why? take blame and change to accommodate that which is not understood.the thorns are for the thoughts that have been in my mind,always there creeping in.i remember alot when i haven't been drinking.so, this one is for "star".thank you for listening.you are the light at the door.