The Rose
Some say love it is a river
and that it drowns a tender age
Some say it is like a razor
and that it leaves the soul to bleed
Some says love it is a hunger
an endless aching need

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

It's the heart afried of breaking
that never learns to dance
It's the dream afried of wakeing
that never takes the chance
It's then one   who wont be taken
who can not seem to give
And the soul afried of dieing
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
benight the bitter snow
Lies the seet that with the suns love
In the spring becomes the Rose
                                   by Conway Twitty