The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razer
An endless, a ching need
I say love, it is a flower And you
It's only seed It a heart afraid of breaking
That never learn to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be takes
Who cann't seem to give
And the soul, afraid od dying
That never learn 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, the winter
Fro beneath, the bittler snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun's
Love , In the spring becoms the rose.
Samiel