Every Rose Has Its Thorn is a classic rock folk song by the American rock band Poison, released in 1988 as part of their album “Open Up and Say… Ahh!”. The song was written by the band’s lead vocalist Bret Michaels and ponder on the pain of distress and the wisdom achieved from tough experiences.
The lyrics of “Every Rose Has Its Thorn” tell the story of a be in working order relationship, where Michaels ponder on the blunder made and the avoidable pain that comes with love. The figurative expression of the rose with its thorns serves as a touching reminder that even beautiful things can bring hurt and failure.
The song knocked a chord with listeners, becoming one of Poison’s most iconic trails and reaching the top of the charts in the United States. Its melodic guitar riffs, deeply felt lyrics, and Michaels’ stirring vocals donate to its continuing popularity.
“Every Rose Has Its Thorn” remains a staple of rock radio and is often mentioned as one of the considerable power ballads of the 1980s. Its universal themes of love and loss continue to resonate with audiences, binding its status as a timeless classic in the rock genre.
Lyrics
We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to her favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and
Easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Though it’s been a while now
I could still feel so much pain
Like the knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I’d known what to say
Instead of makin’ love
We both made our separate ways
And now I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn