"The Rose"
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, it is a flower,
and you its 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, who cannot seem
to give, and the soul afraid
of diein' that never learns
to live. When the night
has been too
lonely and the
road has
been 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 sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
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