The Back-up Plan

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 dyin' 

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.

Happy Sunday ;D