Analysis of Live like thee

Pretty smiles on the blankets of misery,
Gorgeous faces on the walls of fallen homes;
Unknown agonies beneath every lullaby,
Haunting shadows of yore in every catching eye;

Is it?
A Rose Garden that tries to disguise her thorns?  
Or
A butterfly flying with past wounds?
Where does the truth fall from?
In what urn this miserable world hid?

Beauty is thee and me,
The way we are from miseries;
Divine is thy transparency,
In and when the agonies

Dwell like a bird in spring,
Beauty with fear and courage;
Live like thee,
As you live without we