I sang this song in choir my sophomore an maybe it will help toi keep strong and have faith in Robsten
The Rose,
Some say l’amour it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says l’amour it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say l’amour it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and toi think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns l’amour becomes the rose the rose
The Rose,
Some say l’amour it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some says l’amour it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say l’amour it hunger is an endless aching need
It's the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying never that learns to live;
When the night has been to lonely and the road seems to long and toi think that is only for the lucky the strong;
Just remember far the winter snow, lies the seed that with the suns l’amour becomes the rose the rose
