The Rose(zarozu) 手嶌葵

The Rose(zarozu)
The Rose(zarozu)
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 .

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 wont 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 suns love
In the spring becomes the rose .
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