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 its 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 snows 
Lies the seed that with the sun's love 
in the spring becomes the rose