Some say love it is a river, that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razer , that leaves your soul to blead Some say love it is a hunger, that an endless aching need I say love it is a flower and you its 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 dying 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 winterfar beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun s love in the spring becomes the rose
The rose
Some say love it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer , that leaves your soul to blead
Some say love it is a hunger, that an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower and you its 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 dying 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 winterfar beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun s love in the spring becomes the rose