Love, It is
Love, what is love,
Is it a flower on a fresh summer's day
Or is it a sailboat sailing by the bay?
But in a heartbeat the one love you knew
changes its shape and form...
The flower on a fresh summer's day dies
The sailboat sinks once it hits bad weather.
My flower is wilting, and the storm is rushing in,
I know not whether to turn around to seek shelter
or to abandon ship and save myself for fear of,
"Going down with the ship".
But, how can you choose?
It's my time to choose,
"Abandon ship" or try to save my love...