THE ROSE
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leads 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 a soul afraid of dreaming,
That never learns to dance
It's a soul afraid of waking,
That never takes the chance

That's the one, who won't be taking
Wo cannot seem to give
It's a soul afraid of dying,
That never learns to live

When the night has been to lonely
And the road has been to long
Can you feel that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the better snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love 
In the spring becomes the rose

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