Some say love, it is a riverthat drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor,
that leaves your soul to bleed.
I say love, it is a flower
I say love, it is a flower
and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
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 to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
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 to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
and Happy Birthday to Sylvia ^^
16th April 2009
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