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 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

Ciężki tydzień, nerwowy  ale jakoś poszło... Mamy już 9 sierpień, czas strasznie szybko płynie... Nie podoba mi się to!

xxx Vi