The Rose-Westlife

 

 

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 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 the chance

It's 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 snow

 

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