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 its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breakin' that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of wakin' that never takes a chance.
It's the ones who won't be taken who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyin' 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 snows
Lies the seed that, with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.