The Rose-SunMin

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

Its the heart afraid of breaking,

that never learns to dance

Its the dream afraid of waking,

that never takes the chance

Its the one who won't be taken,

the one who can't 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 that in the winter,

far beneath the bitter snow

Lies the seed, that with the sun's love

in the spring becomes the rose.