Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
that leaves your
sould 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 sould
afraid of dyin
that never learns to live
When the night has been
too lonely
and the road
has been to long
and you think that
love is only
for the lucky
and the strong
just remember
in the winter
far beneath
the winter snows
lies the seed that
with the sun's love
in the spring becomes
the rose