Sunday, November 12, 2006

The Rose

(Shane)
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.

(Mark)
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,


(Shane)
And the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to
live.

(Shane, All)
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

(Mark)
Just remember in the winter
Far
beneath the
bitter snows

(Shane)
Lies the seed that with the
sun's love
In
the spring becomes the rose.

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