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 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

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 snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring
becomes the rose