Some say love it is the river 

      that drowns the tender reed. 

Some say love it is the razor 

      that leaves your soul to bleed. 

Some say love it is a hunger 

       an aching endless 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 a 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. 

(written by Amanda McBride)