A Garden of Roses

The road I chose

Didn't always have roses

But if I could go back

And redo any of my choices

I still wouldn't take

Any of the other branches

So for every tree

That sheltered me in places

And every brook

Where I washed my bruises

For every flame

That lit up the dark spaces

And every breeze

That blew away the ashes

For the road taken

Here is a garden of roses