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.
It's the
heart afraid of breakin'
That never learns to dance.
It's
the dream afraid of wakin'
That never takes the chance.
It's the one 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. |
