Some say love, it is a river
That draws the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love is a hunger,
an end less aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's holy seed
It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never plugs to date
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken.
Who can't seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too long
And the road has been too long
When you pray,
that love is only for the lucky
and the strong
Just remember, in the winter,
far beneath
Under bitter snows lies the seed
that where the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
Mm, mm, mm, mm
In this way, becomes the rose you