Is emerging.. a nation has paid its debt for wretchedness of its ancestors and for destroying love and goodness... A new world is emerging and its powers shall not be fettered by anyone or anything...
Its here that I say good by to my Tapesh friends... next time we see each other it shall be under a different circumstances but you will recognize it. Mean while children be good to each other... love one another... and if you must throw a stone at each other do it with love.... you are in a playground of life and not separate from each other... be good. I love you.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
YouTube - The Rose - Bette Midler
Its here that I say good by to my Tapesh friends... next time we see each other it shall be under a different circumstances but you will recognize it. Mean while children be good to each other... love one another... and if you must throw a stone at each other do it with love.... you are in a playground of life and not separate from each other... be good. I love you.
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it's only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose
YouTube - The Rose - Bette Midler
