Some say love it is the river 
      that drowns the tender reed. 
Some say love it is the razor 
      that leaves your soul to bleed. 
Some say love it is a hunger 
       an aching endless 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 wont be taken 
     who cannot seem to give, 
and the soul afraid of dying 
     that never learns to live. 

When the night has been to 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 

(written by Amanda MCBride