Vārdi: LeAnn Rimes. Other. The Rose.

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tendereed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leades your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you're 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,
That 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
Life's the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.