Forget me, kid. My road's a lot too tough.

Now, cotton is soft but the outside of the plant is just full of stickers.

They put it in sacks and carry them through the brambles to their plots.

I must look rather strange to you, all covered in spines, without even a face.

It is said that the early sixth century preacher, St. Benedict, upon thinking of a beautiful woman, threw himself into a thorn patch, and through his suffering, regained his focus on spiritual beauty.