Monday, March 19, 2012

THE ROSE





Some say love it is a hunger 
an endless aching need 
I say love it is a flower 
and you its 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 
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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