Some say love, is a river That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor 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 its 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 to lonelyAnd the road has been too long
When you feel that love is only For the lucky and the stron
Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes
THE ROSE.