Amanda McBroom – The rose
Some say, «Love, it is a riverThat drowns the tender reed»Some say, «Love, it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleed»
Some say, «Love, it is a a hungerAn endless aching need»I say, «Love, it is a flowerAnd you it’s only seed»
It’s the heart that fears breakingThat never learns to danceIt’s the dream, afraid of wakingThat never takes the chance
It’s the one, who won’t be takenWho can not seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dyingThat never learns to live
When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too longAnd you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snowsLife’s the seed, that with the sun’s loveIn the spring becomes the rose