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 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.