The rose

肖

some say　　
love it is a river 　　
that drowns the tender reed 　　
some say　
loveit is a razor 　　
that leaves your soul to bleed 　　
some say　　
love it is a hunger 　　
and 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 afriad of waking 　　
that never takes the chance 　　
it's the one who won't be taken 　　
who can not 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 snow 　　
lies the seed 　　
that with the sun's love 　
in the spring becomes the rose

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