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
an endless aching need.

I say love is a flower.
And you, it&9s only seed.

It&9s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.

It&9s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.

It&9s the one who won&9t 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 sun&9s love in the spring becomes the rose.

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