Testo The Rose

Some say love, it is a river,
that drowns a 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 is only seed
It's the soul, afraid of dreaming,
that never learns to dance
It's the soul, afraid of waking,
that never takes a chance
It's the one, who want be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
It's the soul, afraid of dyin'
that never 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 snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the Rose

Just remember...