Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender breedSome say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleedSome say love, it is a hunger An endless aching needI say love, it is a flower And you its only seedIt's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to danceIt's the dream afraid of waking That never takes a chanceIt's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dying That never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonely And the road has been too longAnd you think that love is only For the lucky and the strongJust remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snowsLies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose*
