Ken Hirai
The Rose
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is hunger
An endless aching need
Isay love it is a flower
And you its only seed
It`s the heart afraid of breakin`
That never learns to dance
It`s the dream afraid of wakin`
That never takes the 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