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 say love, it is a flower, And you, it's 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't seem to give And 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 that in the winter, For beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed, that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose,