The Rose

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, 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
It's the soul afraid of dying
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.


I think this is the song Napoleon Dynamite makes fun of this song -- another reason I don't like it. Because I like this song. Maybe because it portrays my personality -- it just seems an observer sort of person wrote it. And even though there was that short period of time where I became bitter and cynical towards mankind as a whole, ultimately before and ever since that time I hold steadfastly to the belief that there is so much more to life and love and God -- everyone is just tired of looking. People are jaded. We do unto others as others have done unto us and what goes around comes around. It's hard to take that first step to decide you aren't going to treat others as you have been treated. This is the only way to turn anything around. And the strength for this comes from God alone.