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
Its the heart
afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taken, the one who can't 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 that in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.
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The
Sally Gardens
Down
by the Sally Gardens
My love and I did meet.
She passed the Sally Gardens
With little snow white feet.
She bid me take life easy
As the leaves grow on the trees.
But I being young and foolish,
With her did not agree.
In a field by the river
My love and I did stand.
And on my healing shoulder
She laid her snow white hand.
She bid me take love easy
As the grass grows on the weeds.
But I was young and foolish
And now I'm full of tears.
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