The 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 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 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...