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.
ITS THE HEART AFRAID OF BREAKING
THAT NEVER LEARNS TO DANCE ,
ITS THE DREAM AFRAID OF WAKING
THAT NEVER TAKES THE CHANCE,
ITS THE ONE THAT WON'T BE TAKEN
WHO CAN NOT SEEN TO GIVE,
AND THE SOUL AFRAID OF DYING
THAT NEVER LEARNS TO LIVE.
AND THE NIGHT HAS BEEN TOO LONELY
AND THE ROAD HAS BEEN TO LONG.
AND YOU THINK THAT LOVE IS ONLY
FOR THE LUCKYAND 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 A ROSE.
