that drowns the tender reid.
Some say LOVE, it is a razor
that leaves your heart 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.
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 dyin'
that never learns to live.
and the road has been to 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.