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 won’t be taking, who cannot seem to give
And 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
Sweet bird with a voice sure and strong,
you come singing, clothed in love.
Skipping and playing, child of light,
you come laughing, clothed in love.
Lover, sister, healer, mother,
you come bravely, clothed only in love.
Lover, sister, healer, mother,
filled with hope, filled with magic,
coming to us clothed only in love.
May the love we’re sharing spread its wings,
and fly across the earth and bring
new joy to every soul who is alive.
May the blessings of your grace, my love,
shine on everyone,
and may we all see the light
within, within, within.
