The Rose
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
- 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 taking 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
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