The Rose

Some say love, it is a ri-ver

That drowns the ten-der reed

Some say love, it is a ra-zor

That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hun-ger

An end-less, ach-ing 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

When 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...