Some say love, it is a riverThat drowns the tender reedSome say love, it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleedSome say love, it is a hungerAn endless aching needI say love, it is a flowerAnd you, its only seed
It's the heart, afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream, afraid of wakingThat never takes the chanceIt's the one who won't be takenWho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too longAnd you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strongJust remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snowsLies the seed that with the sun's loveIn the spring becomes the rose