THE ROSE 

Some say love, it is the river  
That drowns the tender reed.  
Some say love, it is a rezor  
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, its only seed.  

It's the heart afraid of breaking,  
That never learns to dance.  
It's the dream afraid of making,  
That never takes the chance.  
Its 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 snow  
Lies the seed  
That with the sun's love  
In the Spring becomes  
The Rose.... 
 

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