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, 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 taking Who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live 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