Some say love, it is the river
It's the heart afraid of breaking
When the night has been too lonely
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is the razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
an aching endless need.
I say love it is a flower
and you, it's only seed.
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.
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
Written by Amanda McBride
