Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your heart 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 the chance
Its the one who won't be taken who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live

When 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 the seed that with the suns love, in the spring, becomes the rose