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 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 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 suns love
in the Spring becomes the rose
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance
When the night has been to 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 suns love
in the Spring becomes the rose
One Rose
Just one rose,
it starts out small,
a flower or a sign.
it comes to know the sun
with rain and love
and grows in time.
just one rose,
it grows to know
the heart as its own sign.
that's why you'll find
when I think of you
it's the rose that comes to mind.
"For my Daughter"
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