Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leads 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 dying
That never learns to live

And 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 snow
Lies a seed that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes a rose.