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

Its the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance
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

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 suns love in the string becomes the rose

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