The Rose

Some say, love, it 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, it's 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 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 the spring, becomes the rose