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,
It`s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It`s the one who won`t be taken,
Who can not 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 snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun`s love
In the spring becomes a rose.

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.

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.

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 snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun`s love
In the spring becomes a rose.

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.