Some say love, it is a hunger,
It's the heart afraid of breaking
It's the one who won't be taken,
When the night has been too lonely
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
an endless aching 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 the chance.
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
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 winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring, becomes the rose.