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The Rose

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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