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 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...