the rose
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 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 lerns 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 luckthe strong
just remember in the winter
far benethe the bitter snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose