Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your sould to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching 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 the chance
It`s the one who won`t be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the sould afraid of dyin`
that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun`s love
in the spring becomes the rose