The Rose
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 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 can not 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 that
in the winter
Far beneath the bitter
snows,
Lies the seed, that with a sun's
love,
In the spring becomes...the rose
~ lyrics by Amanda McBroom
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