sábado, maio 22, 2010

Stolen Roses


There once was a time when I was a girl
That darkness hung in my sky
I was old before I learned to be young
Stone cold till I learned how to cry
And the weeds in the ground
Had grew up through my skin
Forsaking the loss of girl's heart
I would go where the stolen roses grow
To forget that I had fell apart

The thorns on the roses cut through my skin
The vultures flew down in their pack
What lay on the surface was a tiny crack
And below was a gigantic wreck
So I held my head down and delt with the gloat
And hope that I'd soon be free
To go where the stolen roses grow
To forget all the bad memories

I would go where the stolen roses grow

And the weeds in the ground
Had grew up through my skin
Forsaking the loss of girl's heart
I would go where the stolen roses grow
To forget that I had fell apart

I would go where the stolen roses grow

(Karen Elson)



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