Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long,
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 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 dyin', that never learns to live.
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember..in the winter..far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed, that with the suns love, in the spring becomes..
THE ROSE
