some say love it is a river that drowns tender reed some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed some say love it is a hunger, that endless aching need i say love it is a flower and you it's only seed (break) it's the heart afriad 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 (break) when the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is not 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