Some say love 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, an endless aching need.
Some 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, wo cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live.
And thenight, 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 bebeath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring, becomes the rose.