We are the roses in the garden, beauty w ith thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to ble ed. What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? It must be for something more than vanit y. Believe me, the truth is we're not hones t, not the people that we dream. We're not as close as we could be. Willing to grow but rains are shallow. Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. Waiting for the light arisen to flood in side the prison. And in that time kind words alone will t each us, no bitterness will reach us. Reason will be guided another way. All in time, but the clock is another de mon that devours our time in Eden, in ou r Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowe rs all divine? Is there still time? If we wake and discover in life a precio us love, will that waking become more he avenly? eden 歌词由---热心网友當愛變成絶望 提供
We are the roses in the garden, beauty w ith thorns among our leaves. To pick a rose you ask your hands to ble ed. What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? It must be for something more than vanit y. Believe me, the truth is we're not hones t, not the people that we dream. We're not as close as we could be. Willing to grow but rains are shallow. Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. Waiting for the light arisen to flood in side the prison. And in that time kind words alone will t each us, no bitterness will reach us. Reason will be guided another way. All in time, but the clock is another de mon that devours our time in Eden, in ou r Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowe rs all divine? Is there still time? If we wake and discover in life a precio us love, will that waking become more he avenly? eden 歌词由---热心网友當愛變成絶望 提供