THE ROSE

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

And some say love it is like a razer 
   that leaves your soul to blead

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

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