Some say love it is a river
              That drowns the tender reed.
               Some say love it is a razor
             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 seed.

            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 taken,
                 Who cannot seem to give
              And the soul afraid of dying
               That never learns to live.

            And 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,
It begins to grow.