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 it's only seed
it's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
it's the dream afraid of waking that never taked the chance
it's the one who won't be taken
who cannot seem to give.
and the song afraid of dying that never learns to live
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long
and you thing that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
just remember in the winter far be neath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring become the rose
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