Wednesday, November 18, 2009

You


Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer that leaves your soul to blead
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
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dyingthat 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 winterfar
Beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love in the spring becomes

The ROSE

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