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 the 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 that in the winter,
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.