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 it's 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 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
But remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the sead that with the suns love
In the spring becomes a rose