Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves the heart to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And we, must sow the seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never takes a chance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never learns to dance

It's the one who won't be taken
Who can not learn to give
It's the soul afraid of dying
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 snow
Lies the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose