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 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 snows

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring

Becomes The Rose