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 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 snows
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the
rose
