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 and 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