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 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
 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