The Rose - Amanda McBroom

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 it's only seed

It's the heart, that fears the breaking, that never learns to dance
It's a dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It's the one, who wont 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 son's love, in the spring, becomes the rose