The rose
Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reedSome say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleedSome say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching needI say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking, that never learns to danceIt's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chanceIt's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to giveAnd the soul, afraid of dyin', that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too longAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and the strongJust remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snowsLies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the springBecomes The Rose