The rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tenter reed
Som say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless akink need.
I say love, it is a flower
And you. is 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 can not seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dyin`
That never learns to live

When tje 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 of with the suns love
In the spring, becomes the Rose!