Some say loveit is a riverthat drowns the tender reedSome say loveit is a razorthat leaves yoursoul to bleedSome say loveit is a hungeran endless aching needI say love it is a flowerand you its only seedIt's the heart afraidof breakingthat never learns to danceIt's the dream afraidof wakingthat never takes the chanceIt's the one whowon't be takenwho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dyingthat never learns to liveWhen the nighthas been too lonelyand the roadhas been too longAnd you thinkthat love is onlyfor the lucky and the strongJust rememberin the winterfar beneath the bitter snowLies the seed thatwith the sun's lovein the springbecomes the rose