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 snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes the Rose.