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, 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 wont be taken Who cannot seem to give

And the soul afraid of dyin' 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