Some　say　love　it　is　a　river　that　drowns　the　tender　reed.
Some　say　love　it　is　a　rizer　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　see.

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　won’t　be　taking　who　cannot　seem　to　give.
And　the　soul afraid　of　dying　that　never　learns　to　live.

When　the　night　has　been　to　lonely
And　yhe　road　has　been　to　long.
And　you　think　that　love　is　only　for　the　lucky　and　the　strong.

Just　remember　in　the　winnter　far　beneath　the　bitter　snoes.
Lies　the　seed　that　with　the　sun’s　love
In　the　spring　becomes　the　rose