The Rose--Westlife
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 ) (baking ) 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? wakening?).
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.
