THE ROSE

    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



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