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 a 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 snow 

lies the seed that with the sun's love, 

in the spring, becomes the rose 



Becomes the rose