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.

And the night, has been too lonely,
And the road, has been too long.
And you feel, that love is only,
for the lucky, and the strong.

Just remember, in the winter,
Far beneath, the bitter snow,
Lies a seed, that with the sun's love,
In the spring, [bad word] the rose...