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 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 can not 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 strongjust remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose