Some say love it is a river, that dronws the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger, an end less a ching-need.
I say love it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraidof breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That nevertakes 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.
And the night has been too 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 snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes a rose!
Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger, an end less a ching-need.
I say love it is a flower, and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraidof breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That nevertakes 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.
And the night has been too 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 snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes a rose!
