The Rose--Westlife
Some say love, it is a ( river )
that ( drown ) the ( tender ) ( breed ).
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.
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 to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the ( bitter ) snow
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
