The rosebette midlersome say love, it is a riverthat drowns the tender reedsome say love, it is a razorthat leaves your soul to bleedsome say love, it is a hunger,an endless aching needi say love, it is a flower,and you its only seedit's the heart, afraid of breaking,that never learns to danceit's the dream, afraid of waking,that never takes a chanceit's the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to giveand the soul, afraid of dyin',that never learns to livewhen the night has been too lonely,and the road has been too longand you think that love is onlyfor the lucky and the strongjust remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snowslies the seed, that with the sun's love,in the spring becomes the rose