some say loveit is a river that drowns the tender reed some say loveit is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed some say loveit is a hunger an endless aching need i say loveit is a flower and you it's only seed it's the heartafraid of breaking that never learns to dance it's the dreamafraid of walking that never takes the chance it's the onewho won't be taken who can't seem to give and the soulafraid of dying that never learns to live when the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you thinkthat love is only for the lucky and the strong just rememberin the winter for beneath the bitter snow lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose