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 bleedSome say love it is a hunger

An endless aching need

I say love it is a flower

And you, it's only seedIt's the heart afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It's the dream, afraid of waking

That never takes the chanceIt's the one, who won't be taken

Who can not seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying

That never learns to liveWhen 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 strongJust remember in the winter

Far beneath the bitter snow

Lives a seed that with the sun's love

In the spring becomes the rose