Some say love, it is a riverThat drowns the tender reedSome say love, it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleedSome say love, it is a hungerAn endless aching needI say love, it is a flowerAnd you, it's only seedIt's the heart, afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream, afraid of wakingThat never takes the chanceIt's the one who won't be takenWho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul, afraid of dyingThat never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too longAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and the strongJust remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snowLies the seedThat with the sun's love, in the springBecomes the rose
