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 hunger, 
an endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower, 
and you, its only seed.

Its the heart afraid of breaking, 
that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, 
that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taken, 
who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, 
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.

Some Say Love / LeAnn Rimes

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