The rose (cd version)

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 sake in 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 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 snows,
Lies the seed that's with the sun's love,
In the spring becomes the rose!