Collision de Passion

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 It's the soul afraid of dreaming, That never learns to dance And the soul 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 When you feel that love is only For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose