Some say love it is the river
����� that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is the razor
����� that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
������ an aching endless need.
I say love it is a flower
����� and you, it's only seed.

It's the heart 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 wont be taken
���� who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dying
���� that never learns to live.

When the night has been to 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
����������������������������������������� (written by Amanda MCBride)

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