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 dying      that never learns to live
And the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think love is only      for the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter      far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed that with the sun's love


In the spring becomes a ROSE.