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, it's only seed

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ah)

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

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ah, ah)

As 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 with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose

(Ooh, ooh)

(Ah, ah)