Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed

Some say love, it is a razor, that leads your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger, and 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 a chanceIt's the one, who won't be taken who can not seem to give

And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live



When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to longAnd you find that love is only for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter for 'neath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.