The Lesson of Love
Let this be a lesson,
To those who dream of love.
That romance is no present,
From the great land up above.
Hearts will end up broken;
This is not a game for fools.
Words end up misspoken,
And used as bloody tools.
It's a dangerous battlefield,
When you wind up in the middle.
Your spirit will be killed,
If found it is too brittle.
To those who dream of love.
That romance is no present,
From the great land up above.
Hearts will end up broken;
This is not a game for fools.
Words end up misspoken,
And used as bloody tools.
It's a dangerous battlefield,
When you wind up in the middle.
Your spirit will be killed,
If found it is too brittle.