I know love grows br Yet sometimes its growth is painfully slow br That I just want to say goodbye and go br br When moments are hard br And one is down and sad br I look into my own backyard br And ask where the love is? br br For if love grows br When it is really necessary, why does it not show? br Instead love tries to hide away in grass that’s low br Or avoids those times by starting a gigantic row br br Patience my dear! Says love br Love grows br Time will tell br Things will flow br Eventually love itself will surrender and bow br br 2005 - Sylvia Chidibr br Sylvia Chidibr br