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, and andless aching need
i say love it is a flower, and you is only seed

its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
its the dream afraid of waking,that never takes the changes
its the one who won' t be taken, who cannot seem to give
its the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

wen the night has bin to lonely and the rose has bin to 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 sunslove in the spring becomes the rose