The Rose

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, its only seed

It's the heart afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It's the dream, afraid of waking

That never, 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, 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, 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 a rose

• Artist:Jane Constance
• Album:travers vos yeux