After seeing the joy that love can bring br And the hearts it leaves worn and torn br I may not know why the caged birds sing br But I know why every rose bears a thorn br br I know of the every hurt that love caries with it br I felt every arrow cupid strung into his bow br A curse is what I think it brings within it br A curse that its depths we will never know br br I have fallen in and out this blessing in disguise br Time and time again br And the main thing I despise br Is the security that is never within br br I guess I will always be a victim of this curse br But then again it could be worsebr br Tyrone Wingfieldbr br