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

Everyone


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


Peter

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose