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 walking,
that never takes the chance
It's the one who wont be taken,the
one who can't 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
lucky and strong
Just rembember that in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed,that with the suns
love in the spring becomes the
rose.
