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