13 October 2009

<< April Bride >> Play " 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
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance 
It's the one who won't be taken
who 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 snows 
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

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