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 nee-eed

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 gi-ive

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 snow-ows

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love

In the spring, becomes The Rose...