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 a hunger An endless aching need" I say, "Love, it is a flower And you it's only seeds" 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 Life's the seed, that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose