Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves the heart to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
But 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 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 snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose.