
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 soul
afraid of dreaming, That never learns to dance And the soul
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 When you feel
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
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