Some say
love it is the river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say
love it is the razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say
love it is a hunger
an aching endless need.
I say
love it is a flower
and you, it's only seed.
It's
the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to Dance.
It's
the dream afraid of waking
that never takes a chance.
It's
the one who wont be taken
who cannot seem to give,
and
the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live.
When
the night has been to 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
(written by Amanda MCBride)
