Tuesday, July 10, 2007

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger

An endless, aching need

I say love, it is a flower

And you it's only seed


It's the heart afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

Its the dream afraid of waking

That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken,
That cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying

That never learns to live


When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long

And you think that love is only

For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love,

In the spring, becomes a rose.



Nice song too.. this one

1 comment:

Unknown said...

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