Dream Life

  I've always admired roses But not for their color There's something about them That I haven't yet discovered Yet everyone tells me That I'm looking into deep That it is just a flower  Just a little prize you can keep But yet there is something special About the roses that you see And It's not about the petals It's about the thorns to me It puzzles me how something So beautiful and rare Can cut you so deep And you wouldn't even care

                                     Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I let you know. If we should weep when clowns put on their show, If we should stumble when musicians play, Time will say nothing but I told you so. There are no fortunes to be sold, although, Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know. The winds must come from somewhere when they blow, There must be reason why the leaves decay; Time will say noting but I told you so. Perhaps the roses really want to grow, The vision seriously intends to stay; If I could tell you I would let you know. Suppose the lions all get up and go, And the brooks and soldiers run away; Will time say nothing but I told you so? If I could tell you I would let you know.