"The Rose"
Some say love, it's like a river,
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, is like a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, is a hunger,
an endless, aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you, it's soul the seed.
It's a heart afraid of breaking,
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never take the chance.
It's the one that wont be taken,
who cannot seem to give.
and the soul afriad of dying
that never seems to live.
When the night has been to 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 become's the rose.
