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 it's only seed 

It's the heart afraid of breaking 

That never learns to dance 

Its the dream afraid of waking 

That never takes the chance 

It's the one who will not be taken, 

Who can not seem to give 

And the soul afraid of dying 

That never learns to live 

And 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 snow 

Lies the seed that with the sun's love, 

In the spring, becomes a rose.