The Rose

Verse 1:Some say Clove it is a GriverThat Fdrowns the Gtender CreedSome say Clove it is a GrazorThat Fleaves your Gsoul to CbleedSome say Emlove it is a AmhungerAn Fendless Dm7aching GneedI say Clove it is a GflowerAnd Fyou, it's Gonly Cseed Verse 2:It's the Cheart afraid of GbreakingThat Fnever leaGrns to CdanceIt's the Cdream afraid of GwakingThat Fnever takGes a chanceIt's the Emone who won't be taAmkenWho Fcannot Dseem to GgiveAnd the Csoul afraid of GdyingTFhat never Glearns to Clive Verse 3:When the Cnight has been too GlonelyAnd the Froad has bGeen too ClongAnd you Cthink that love is GonlyFor the Flucky andG the CstrongJust rEmemember in the AmwinterFar benFeath the Dm7bitter GsnowsLies the sCeedThat with the sGun's loveIn the sprFingBeGcomes the Crose