The Rose
some say love it is a river

that drowns the tender reed
some say love it is a razer
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 baby it s only seed


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鈥榮 love
in the spring becomes the rose