duminică, 23 martie 2008

The Rose / for never ending feelings

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 dyin'
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
Lie the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose

Poate sunt stupidă, dar nu ştiu să scap de "codiţele" de la Google şi nici de sentimentul că trebuie să simţiţi mai mulţi ceea ce vrea cântecul ăsta să spună. Mai există speranţp, hai să plângem împreună şi după aceea să ne revenim!

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