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 bleed
Some 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 chance
It's the one who won’t be taken,Who cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dying,that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonelyand the road has been too longAnd you think that love is onlyfor the lucky and the strong
Just remember that in the winter,far beneath the bitter snowLies the seed, that with the sun’s lovein the spring becomes the rose.