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 cannot 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 in the winter

                        Far beneath the bitter snows

                        Lies the seed that with the sun's love

                        In the spring becomes the rose

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