The Rose کے بول

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. 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 snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring Becomes the rose.