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 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 cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyin' 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 snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose
