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 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 dyin', 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