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.
Its the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance

Its the one who won't be taken
who can not seem to care
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
& the road has been too long
& 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 where the sun lights
In the spring, becomes the rose