The Rose
Some say love it is a river
- 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
- and 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
- When the night has been too lonely
- And the road has been to 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
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