Roses
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
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The Rose
by Amanda McBrooom
from the soundtrack to "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 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.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to 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.
Shoot by
Bill |
May 18, 2007 12:50 pm
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