Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to blead Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it’s only seed
that leaves your soul to blead Some say love it is a hunger
an endless aching 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 the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
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
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
