Saturday, March 12, 2005
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 soul afraid of breaking,
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream, afraid of waking,
That never takes a 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 too 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.
a very nice song.. i fall in love with this song when i was watching a show called "the rose".. ahhh! super nice lor. thought i should share it with you people..