Some say love, it is a razor, that leads your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger, and 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 a 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 find 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

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