The Passion flows,
I feel like a rose,
beauitful but holding thorns,
to peirce the skin,
but I'm still folding in,
as your love blows away my petals.
My Love may flow deep,
but the road is steep,
and I must wait here for you,
and along the way,
I will not sway,
because your love will keep me alive,
as this world passes me by.
My thorns are growing sharper,
as I'm forced to be alone,
and my petals are slowly fadeing,
my beauty turning in to a maybe,
but I dont care,
all I need is the air I breath,
to cling to life,
untill you rescue me. |
