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 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



And 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.