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 takes the chance.  It's the one who won't be taken,  who cannot seem to give,  and the soul afraid of dyin'  that never learns to live.    When the night has been too lonely  and the road has been to 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's love  in the spring becomes the rose.        Amanda McBride    MP3