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Created on 2008-03-07 22:14:44 (#15100622), last updated 2008-06-26
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Basic Info| Name: | A rose without a thorn - A lover without scorn. |
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| Location: | Canada |
BioIn my secret garden, I'm looking for the perfect flower, waiting for my finest hour. In my secret garden, I still believe after all, I still believe and I fall. You plant the seed and I'll watch it grow. I wonder when I'll start to show... I wonder if I'll ever know where my place is, where my face is. I know it's in here somewhere. I just wish I knew the color of my hair. I know the answer's hiding somewhere.
In my secret garden, there's a petal that isn't torn, a heart that will not harden, a place that I can be born. In my secret garden... A rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn.
If I wait for the rain to kiss me and undress me, will I look like a fool, wet and a mess? Will I still be thirsty? Will I pass the test? And if I look for the rainbow, will I see it or will it pass right by? 'Cause I'm not supposed to see, 'cause the blind are never free. Even at my secret garden there's a chance that I could harden...
That's why I'll keep on looking, for a petal that isn't torn, a heart that will not harden, a place that I can be born. In my secret garden... A rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn.
I still believe, I still believe 'cause after all is said and done I'm still alive. And the boots have come and trampled on me and I'm still alive 'cause the sun has kissed me, and caressed me. And I'm strong, and there's a chance that I will grow, this I know
So I'm still looking for a petal that isn't torn, a heart that will not harden, a place that I can be born. In my secret garden... A rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn.
Somewhere in fountain blue lies my secret garden.
In my secret garden, there's a petal that isn't torn, a heart that will not harden, a place that I can be born. In my secret garden... A rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn.
If I wait for the rain to kiss me and undress me, will I look like a fool, wet and a mess? Will I still be thirsty? Will I pass the test? And if I look for the rainbow, will I see it or will it pass right by? 'Cause I'm not supposed to see, 'cause the blind are never free. Even at my secret garden there's a chance that I could harden...
That's why I'll keep on looking, for a petal that isn't torn, a heart that will not harden, a place that I can be born. In my secret garden... A rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn.
I still believe, I still believe 'cause after all is said and done I'm still alive. And the boots have come and trampled on me and I'm still alive 'cause the sun has kissed me, and caressed me. And I'm strong, and there's a chance that I will grow, this I know
So I'm still looking for a petal that isn't torn, a heart that will not harden, a place that I can be born. In my secret garden... A rose without a thorn, a lover without scorn.
Somewhere in fountain blue lies my secret garden.
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