Rose

Some say love, it is a river And that it drowns the tender reed And some say love, it's like a razor And that it 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, it's only seed.

It's a heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's a dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who can not seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In spring becomes the rose...