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 dyin', 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