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 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

When you feel 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