The Rose
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead 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 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 |