The Rose
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves you're soul to bleed
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 braking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the change
It's the one, who won't be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learnes to live
When the night, has been to 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 suns love
in the spring becomes the rose
Autor(es): Amanda McBroom