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, 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 winter

Far beneath the bitter snows

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love

In the spring

Becomes the rose