I hear of love all the time, but I don't see it.
Is it under my bed? In that Bush? Under that car?
Where is love when I am alone, crying, just looking for comfort?
Can you buy it? Sell it? I do not know.
My Dad said its genuine, pure as gold.
How does he know?
When I am scared, Alone in my room, and I hear a crash..where is Love?
My knees shake, Cold sweat is on my forehead. Is that compassion?
When I got the news, that Cody was shot, by his own hand, Where is love?
~Black Roses
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~Alyssa