My soul can be the shape of a tiger, strong yet gentle;

or a candle, I can show you peace and joy, but I can burn you.

It can be a book, full of information but maybe not the kind you need;

or a wave on the water, I can come to you but you can't come to me.

It can be the Sun, full of light and hope, till the moon must show;

or a blanket, I can keep you warm but I can't protect you from harm.

No, my soul's the shape of a rose; Seeming beautiful on the outside

but I can hurt you with my thorns or with my deadly secrets on the inside.