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, never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never, 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, 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, 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