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 snows,
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring becomes the rose.