the rose
Some say love,
it is a river
that drowns the tender read.
Some say love,
it is a razor
that leaves your soul 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 a chance.
It's the one
who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
And the soul,
afraid of dyin',
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 snows,
Lies the seed,
that with the sun's love,
in the spring becomes the rose
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